Vanessa ran a brush through her long, amber hair, and eyed herself in the mirror. Green eyes stared back at her.
'What do you think?' She asked them, silently, 'should I bother going to Hasita's party tonight?'
Her mirror eyes looked back at her.
Hasita had been planning this party for weeks, as a celebration of the end of their junior year in college. Hasita was her best friend, but Vanessa wasn't really much of a partier. Most nights, she would rather curl up on her couch and watch Gilmore Girl reruns. It was a little sad, when she thought about it.
'I had better go.'
She got up from her vanity desk and walked over to her messy closet. She lived on campus. She had been lucky to get a single room, seeing as she was very unorganized most of the time, there were always clothes littering the floor and the counter in the bathroom was covered with her various lotions and make-up.
She surveyed her closet for something appropriate to wear. What would be good for a party like this? She picked out a cotton sundress. She stared at herself as she held it up and glanced into the mirror. She inspected herself for the thousandth time. She wasn't ugly, not in the least, but she did have certain insecurities. Like the way her bottom curved out from her body, and the freckles that traced her chest and trailed down onto her cleavage. She was average height, and curvy. She had a small birthmark on the nape of her neck.
She sighed and replaced the dress back into the closet. Then, she saw the white silk dress that her mother had given her as a going-away-to-college present. She loved this dress, but she had never had a chance to wear it. What was a better time than now?
She undressed herself, and donned the lovely dress. Silk had always been her favorite fabric, and she loved how smooth it felt against her skin. Turning back to the mirror, she frowned. The dress was so shear and white that you could see her black bra right through it.
'Ah, what the hell?' she thought, and slipped it off, quickly replacing the straps back on her shoulders. She felt a rush of naughtiness at the prospect of going to out without a bra. Her breasts were big, round and full, with nipples that hardened quickly. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see a faint outline of them now.
She ran the brush through her hair last time, and hastily put it in a ponytail.
Before she had time to talk herself out of it, she was out the door, and walking to Hasita's party, an apartment complex a few blocks away. She walked briskly, not because it was cold out--- it was the beginning of summer--- but because she loved the way the dress swished against her bare skin and the way her breasted bounced.
When she got there, she was greeted at the door by none other than the host herself.
Hasita was one of the most beautiful women Vanessa had ever seen, with parents who were both born in East India. She had a sultry and exotic beauty that no American girl could ever pull off, no matter how hard they tried. She was small and petite, with a face like a little girl, a person wouldn't know from looking at her that she was a force to be reckoned with. Vanessa had seen her pick arguments with full-grown, muscled men, and come off on the winning side.
"You're here!" she squealed, hugging me, "come in, come in!" She pulled Vanessa by the arm and led her into a room filled with people and noise. It was a typical college apartment, and you could tell. The couch looked old and comfortable, there was a bookshelf made of cinderblocks in a corner, filled with thick textbooks. There were college students milling around, drinking, talking, laughing, some guys were in the corner making, what looked to Vanessa like, a recreation of the Eifel Tower out of toothpicks. The living room and the kitchen were only separated by a counter, with three bar stools (all occupied), and two hallways branching out from the main room, one to the bathroom, one to Hasita's bedroom. Hasita continued talking. "Oh my gosh! I love your dress! You always look super cute. Hey, I'll go get you a beer. Why don't you mingle with some people?" she was obviously excited to have gotten Vanessa out of the house for once.
Vanessa wondered over to the couch and sat down, looking around at the people, and listening into a few conversations, but keeping quiet.
"Jesus. I can't believe he would do that to her. What an asshole."
"Yeah, man, I studied forever! I got a 93%."
"No, I'm not talking about that; I'm talking about the other one."
"Nah, dude, hold the toothpick still, and I'll put the glue on it."
Then Vanessa saw him. He was standing quietly in the corner, drinking something out of a plastic cup, not talking to anyone. He was majestic. He wore ripped jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and had some major bed-head. He sported horn-rimmed glasses, perched casually on the bridge of his nose. He stood silently, looking at everyone in the room, except for her.
"Hey, honey, I got your beer!" It was Hasita, holding an unopened can, dripping with condensation. Vanessa took it, and she sat down next to me on the couch.
"Hey, Has, who's that guy, over there?" Vanessa pointed at him.
"Oh, him," she said, her eyes following the direction of my finger, "I don't know his name. Riley brought him, I think," she gestured over to one of the guys occupying the couch, "sexy, huh?"
"Oh yeah...." she said, only half paying attention to what she was saying.
Hasita became engrossed in another conversation, but Vanessa kept looking at the mystery guy. Suddenly, his head turned, and he looked right at her. Lightning bolts sent themselves zooming down her spine, and she shivered, then.... The moment was over. He looked away.
