*The characters in this story are old enough to buy a beer from the local 7-Eleven.
"You really ought to wear your sunglasses if you're gonna do that," I said as I rose from my lace tying position.
Georgina was oblivious to my comment, and to the fact her boyfriend had been looking down my top. The same narrow-strapped tank top Gigi had been rolling her eyes at in the car. I shot him a playful smile as we continued our walk. Hooked onto his black, V-necked t-shirt, silver shades bounced lightly against his chest. The two of us walking either side of him, it was fun watching random guys go past. Their eyes on him -- Gigi -- me - back up to him again. Not at all privy to our relationship, they might have been wondering if this greedy asshole was really bedding both of us. The back of our hands glancing as they passed, it was amusing to pretend.
But like so often, reality tended to make a mockery of perception. I was very much the hanger-on for the day. I probably shouldn't have been here at all. Though his early morning invitation could have just been out of politeness, it was something in his voice that made me slur yes. Still, it didn't make much sense that he felt the need to peak down my top. Not when his girlfriend was much better endowed in that department. I guess I was smaller than her in all areas, which was something a bit different for him, I guess. Probably no more than male, animalistic instinct; I let my ego run a little. I slapped at his hand as he tickled my side.
"What's gotten into you?" I joked.
Tall, broad shouldered, with black gelled hair, I had to admit David was a decent catch. But Gigi was right there, and this wasn't appropriate.
"What do you women want to drink?," he asked.
"Ice coffee for me, babe," Georgina said, still glued to her iPhone.
"Just a coke. Nice and cold, please," I said.
"Well, I'll do my best, m'lady."
"You sure, Jen?" Georgina added. "Not worried all that gas will bloat that little belly of yours? Your top wouldn't look so cute then."
I glared at the guy responsible for all this. I could have been at home in bed.
"Now, now, girls. Play nice."
We sat at a picnic table as David headed for the little tuck shop. Still nursing last night's hangover, I was looking forward to my icy beverage. Tapping away on the screen, it appeared Gigi wasn't going to get the small talk started. She could be odd like that at times. It was like she was there, but not there. Wherever the bitch's mind was, I decided it was as good a time as any to initiate some gossip.
"So, Georgina. My brother treating you well?"
Well, half-brother. Our Mom was a bit of a slut back in the day. Gigi locked her phone and put it down. With her dyed blonde hair, polished nails, and expertly applied makeup, she was the total opposite of me. While I considered washed hair and my brunette pigtails a decent effort, my ripped jeans impressed her about as much as my top.
"I have to admit, I was hoping it'd just be me and David today, but I'm kinda glad you're here now."
I just smiled, not really sure how to respond.
"He's been a bit distant lately. Have you noticed?"
I honestly hadn't, but decided to assuage her concern.
"Maybe a little bit," I said. "What's up with him?"
She flicked her silky hair and focused her total attention on me. It was a bit overwhelming at first.
"Jenny, I honestly don't know. I mean we try to do fun things; nice restaurants, brunch, shopping trips away on the weekends..."
She paused a second for my fake endorsement.
"I even started going along to his games. Well some of them anyway."
"Soccer? That's dedication! You guys are moving in together, right?"
"Well, that's the plan. Just with my job, there's so much travel, and I haven't had a chance to sit down and properly discuss it with him."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Moving is a pain in the ass. My new place is a total m-"
"Like, even tonight -- a Saturday -- I'll be in bed by ten because of my flight. Your brother is really understanding about it though; giving me the space I need."
"Space? But I thought you said he was being too distant?"
"I guess I meant emotionally. Sorry, Jenny. I guess it was silly of me to expect you to understand our relationship in that way."
Georgina was distracted again by her vibrating phone. As for her problem, I think I was beginning to understand. Unless I was way off, it was a no brainer. It also went a long way in explaining his careless behaviour. As David's shadow covered me, I'd have to wait for another chance to tell her that all she needed to do was touch his dick every now and again. He was wearing his shades as he peered down at me. The thing that needed to be touched would have been just about level with my mouth, I gauged.
"Think fast!"
Droplets splashed face and neck as he flicked icy condensation on me. He laughed to himself as he slid next to Georgina.
"You two are crazy," she said, before slurping coffee through a straw.
I twisted the cap and gulped foamy sugar. Theory all but proven, I had no doubt he'd taken another look down my top as he sprayed me. My lips around the rim, I didn't wipe the sparkling droplets from my face. Concealed eyes were still on me, but two could play that game. Some of the coke had fizzed up and spilled over the top. It was all a bit strange, yet I was feeling better about dragging my hungover ass out to join them on this lovely sunny morning. Calling his sick bluff was fun too.
"Thanks a lot, bro. You've made it go everywhere and now my fingers are all sticky!"
***
"David!" Gigi shouted, pushing his hand off her skirt.
"Sorry, babe," he lied. "The road is real bumpy. My hand just slipped."
If the car had gotten a flat tyre right there, he could have taken me from the back seat - very much the third wheel.
He was soon doing his best to ease back up her thigh. A little thick for my liking, her legs were one part of her I wasn't envious about. Still, I couldn't say I was enjoying what I was seeing. I wasn't quite sure if it was his unwelcome advances or her incessant blue-balling. I considered using one of the many bus stops we whizzed passed.
"For God's sake!" she said, trying to control her tone. "Your sister is in the bloody car."
"Christ, Georgina! At this rate I'd have more of a chance with her!"
He angrily withdrew his hand. I hadn't seen him this worked up for a long time. He wasn't dealing with it very well, but I could understand his frustration. Maybe Gigi simply didn't? I wish I'd given her my advice back in the park. Then again, she may have just laughed in my face. Scrolling through her phone, she once again seemed oblivious to the awkward silence that filled the car. Speaking too soon, silence was still better than the nauseating 'sorry babes' and hand holding that started as we approached her place.
"Gigi, you selfish bitch! He doesn't want a kiss on the cheek. He wants his cock sucked. I'll even hold your pretty hair back for you!" I wanted to shout.
"Or you could hold back mine," I muttered.
"Huh? Jen?"
"What was that, Jen?" Gigi asked.
"Oh nothing," I said. "In my own little world back here."
I met David's puzzled gaze in the rear-view mirror. Turning away to look out the window, I slowly pushed my tongue against inside of my cheek.
***
Georgina blew her kisses and said her goodbyes. Another polite blow off hadn't done anything for his mood. The poor girl just had to get her beauty sleep. I climbed from the back to take the now vacant passenger seat. David looked less than impressed about my unorthodox manoeuvring across his Beemer's leather. Until he noticed my temporarily vulnerable chest that is.
"Cheer up, bro. It's not the end of the world. Besides, you have your match tomorrow? I read somewhere that abstinence is better before a big game."
He cracked a sarcastic smile and revved the engine. Screeching tyres spat gravel behind us. My grin faded as I was sucked into the seat. I could feel at least one of my straps drifting down my arm. My boobs jiggled until traffic lights finally halted his racing. I was relieved, breathless, and ever so slightly turned on. Probably just the vibration under my legs.
"Lucky for you. You get a ride home," he said, looking down.
I loosened my grasp on his leg.
"IF we ever get there," I shot back. "Can we stop at a 7-Eleven?"
"Sure. Might get some more water," he said, smirking. "Or a coke."
"To spray all over my face again?" I teased.
"Maybe, although you probably want to drink some this time. You look like a thirsty girl."
I went to readjust dangling straps, but decided to leave well enough alone. Bluff calling time.
"Why would I want yours when I can get my own?" I continued. "Does it taste better or something?"
It was fun seeing him struggle to reply. Too distracted by revealed skin.
"Besides, you heard what Gigi said?"
I slowly peeled my top up past my bellybutton.
"I could lose my little belly because of you."
The engine fully firing, I sensed the car speeding up. His hand stayed on my knee far longer than it needed to as he pushed.
"Feet off the dash," he said.
"Men and their cars!" I said, scoffing. "They're like your babies."
"Of course..." he managed, finally making use of his big head. "You did go clubbing last night? Lots of guys offering their 'cokes' I'm sure. A pretty girl like you. Nah, you're probably not so thirsty now."
I shot him a cheeky 'how dare you' grin and let the sight of my gaping mouth linger. I wonder if he found that pretty? Cruising up to traffic lights beside the store, red flashed to green.
"I'm quite parched actually. Most guys end up spilling all over themselves before they even get near my mouth."
We swung into the forecourt. I don't think the blood could get up to his face fast enough.
***
I roamed around the brightly lit store with the other weekend shoppers. It was nice browsing with nowhere in particular to be. Still giggling from the car, I headed for the chilled drinks. I toyed with my pigtails as I flirted between cans or bottles. I'd already given up on the idea of finishing my unpacking today. I grabbed a six pack and went to find David. On seeing me down the aisle, he fidgeted with something small. He stuffed it back on a shelf and walked off.
