Ronnie had me just about sold on his plans for Friday night.
"I'm telling you, Shelly's friend will be into you!"
"Yeah," I said. "But will I be into her? How do I know what I'm walking into here?"
"Okay, I'm going to be completely honest with you Frankie."
I knew what he was going to say.
"She's kind of, um, well she's not skinny."
"Not skinny ... or fat?" I replied.
"Oh, she's definitely not fat, she's just a little, well, curvy!"
I could tell how desperate he was. As a college freshman, my roommate Ronnie was my only real friend and he was desperate to set up this double date for his girlfriend Shelly and her friend Rhonda. Shelly was a great girl, not my type only because she's taller than me (basketball player), but I was still jealous Ronnie could score a girl that great. It obviously meant a lot to him to have me go along with his plan, and I didn't exactly have any plans for Friday (other than the usual sitting alone playing video games).
"Okay, Ronnie. I'm going, but you owe me."
"Thanks man! It'll be fun, we'll get something to eat then go back to their place and drink!" It actually sounded fun, much more than I've had recently, and I hadn't drank since my first weekend in school.
When Friday rolled around, Ronnie was bouncing off the walls even more than usual. He was pretty confident that this double date idea would lead to some serious points for him. I couldn't blame him, I would be in the same mood, since I hadn't gotten any since a late-summer tear before coming to school and settling down some.
Not surprisingly, Ronnie was overdressed. He plunked down way too much money at the mall for some slacks and some flashy button-up shirt. Even with Ronnie's pleading, I wore my usual jeans and hooded sweatshirt.
We were meeting Shelly and Rhonda at an Italian restaurant called Noodles, and the whole way there I was dreading the moment I would meet my date: Seeing the overly obese girl and trying to divert my gaze from her non-neck while also trying to sound happy to see her. Oh, well I thought, at least I was going to get alcohol out of this.
We got to Noodles just as Shelly's car was pulling in, Ronnie and I went to greet them. Shelly got out first and looked like even more of a knockout, her long basketball player legs on display with a short skirt.
"Hi Frankie, I'm glad you came, we're gonna have a lot of fun."
"Hey Frankie," said a voice to my right I turned to see my date and was instantly floored by how cute she was. Her face was actually cuter than Shelly's, with dirty blonde hair that hung to her shoulders. I was glad to see that she was similarly underdressed, wearing simply overalls and a long-sleeved t-shirt. But upon the quick inspection of her body I noticed that Rhonda had a mountain-sized rack beneath her overalls. I should have known this, since I was told she was curvy, but I had never dated a busty girl so I was kind of taken aback.
"Oh, you must be Rhonda," I said. "Yeah, I'm Frankie, nice to meet you."
Rhonda gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek, which kind of surprised me. I felt her oversized honeymelons press against my chest. Ronnie and Shelly had already started walking toward the restaurant, Rhonda looked in my eyes.
"Thanks for coming, I know we'll have fun." I detected a slight bit of vamp-ness in her voice, like she really wanted to have some fun. I also noticed that while she was certainly curvy, with a nice plump ass to boot and bigger than average thighs, she was by no means fat, just a little bit chubby if anything.