Every guy knows a girl like Bianca. Her name says it all, "Rich Bitch." Bianca's daddy was some kind of hot-shot lawyer, so she was never lacking for money. She was also tall, thin, and platinum blonde, a true daughter of her Nordic ancestors. She also had one of the nicest racks I'd ever seen. A D-cup for sure, but the way they defied gravity was amazing. Overall, she was gorgeous, knew it, and thought she was better than the rest of us because of it.
Bianca was my then-gf's roommate for a couple of years. They were also best friends during that time. I'll tell you how it ended.
It was my friend Dom's fault, really. He and I were out at Happy Hour one Friday night, with Bianca and Katie. Oh yeah, Katie.
Katie was a nice girl, but definitely not the best I'd ever had. She was a pixie of a girl, maybe 5'4", with chin length black hair, a decent figure and a pair of C-cups she loved to show off. It was those C-cups that had drawn me to her, really. I'm a breast man, can't you tell?
Anyhow, Dom and I were at the bar talking, mostly about other girls in the bar, when he brought up the subject of Bianca.
"Man, what's it like with her around the apartment all the time?"
"I dunno, it's nothing special really."
"Have you ever seen her naked?"
"No, why would I?"
"I dunno, maybe she forgot her towel or you walked in on her showering. What about in a towel?"
"Yeah, she walks back to her room after showering in one all the time."
"Aww wow, man. You're so lucky."
"Why, you could see more of her now than with the towel."
"Still, it's like it's just the towel separating you from those cannons."
"Dom, you need a life man."
"What about a bra? Ever seen her in just that?"
I had to think about that one.
"Yeah, she's blow-dried her hair a couple times without a shirt on. And to answer what's probably your next question, I've seen her in a bikini too."
"Shit dude, I've seen her in a bikini. And those things don't sag man, it ain't natural. Gravity's supposed to pull harder on heavy things like that. Do you think they're fake?"
I laughed at this, since Katie and I had debated the same thing. Yes, my girlfriend and I had talked about her roommate's breasts. It was shaky territory, but as long as I was on the 'fake' side of the debate, it was ok.
"Dude, you should try and fuck her."
"What? No. I mean, Katie."
"Dude, its fucking Bianca. The Ice Queen. The Rich Bitch. She buys and sells guys like us. Its like, revenge or something."
"Shut up, Dom. You're getting yourself in trouble."
"Whatever man. Oh, hi girls."
At that point, Katie and another friend came over to us and the conversation was cut short, but it really got my mind turning. What would it take to fuck Bianca?
That night, I slept over at Katie's place (as usual), and lay up thinking what it would take to move to the room next door. Bianca's room adjoined Katie's, and I swear at one point that night I heard moaning in there. But it could have been a dream, who knows.
A week later, I had worked out the start of a plan to seduce the blonde bombshell next door. I say the start; because there was no way I was going to be able to plan this completely. My tool: alcohol, of course. I knew that I could drink a lot more than either of the girls, and I was going to put it to use.
That Saturday night, operation "Ice Melt" went into effect. Katie and I went out for dinner, and then came back to her place. We found Bianca sitting on the couch, eating a late dinner.
"Hey Bianca," I said, and received a silent wave of a fork-filled hand in return. Katie looked at me and rolled her eyes, but I was not to be deterred so easily.
"Staying in again?"
This received me a glare out of the corner of her blue eyes. I smiled back, not letting her bitchiness vibes penetrate through to my brain. I turned to Katie:
"You know, we should stay in tonight. I'm pretty tired already."
"But honey, you promised we could go clubbing tonight."
Katie was already dressed for a night of dancing, where a shiny pink shirt that tied behind her head, and tight black pants, all of which left little to the imagination, including the "Is she wearing panties?" question. But I didn't let this slow me down.
"Yeah I know babe, but I'm tired. Let's just stay around here, ok?"
"Fine." I could tell she wasn't happy, but that might actually work for me.
"Bianca, you have any plans tonight?"
"No, I was hoping for a quiet night in by myself."
This time Katie beat me to the punch, "You've been having a lot of those lately. Are you sneaking a guy in when we leave?"
"No, I dunno. All the guys here seem to suck lately."
"That's why you've got to find a nice one and hang on to him." As the words escaped Katie's mouth, she came over and smothered me. She was always in to mushy stuff like that.
"C'mon Bianca, at least have a couple drinks tonight. The weekends are about fun." That's me, apartment Social Chair.
"Yeah sure whatever." Bianca had finished dinner, and headed into the kitchen.
"Why don't you change babe, and I'll mix up a round." As much as I enjoyed Katie in her 'clubbing' clothes, I knew they weren't comfortable for knocking around the apartment. She's probably come back with a tank top and cotton pants, the female lounging around uniform that Bianca was also outfitted in.
As Katie went to change, I followed Bianca into the kitchen. She was cleaning off her plate as I rummaged through the liquor cabinet. The girls enjoyed their booze, so it was pretty well stocked. I was planning on getting Katie really drunk really fast, so I mixed two Long Island Iced Teas.
"Anything for you Bianca?"
"Umm, a Cosmo would be perfect?"
"Yeah... don't know how to make that one, and don't really plan to learn. I do know Sex on the Beach though." This earned me another dirty look, but I scored the points I wanted.