Writer's note: Thank you to everybody that is reading my first story. If you have any comments, opinions, advice or criticisms on it, please, be honest with me.
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For a few weeks about a year ago my best friend, Ethan, kept telling me how he found the perfect girl. At all of 21 years old he was certain. He found a girl that was "like a model", "witty", and "full of life."
After what seemed like eternity he finally decided to "showcase" her (as he so eloquently put it). See, here's the thing about Ethan. While he is a smart guy that has a defined body, he's very egotistical, self-centered, and incredibly dependant on being the guy everyone wants to be (even though none of his friends want to be like him). To put it simply, he was born with a silver spoon and still acts like it today. So why am I friends with him? Why is a blue-collar working college student friends with someone who feels like everything should be handed to him? Well, other than the incredible party throwing abilities he has, the fact of the matter is, I'm a very shy guy. When you only have a handful of people that were friends in high school, and all but 2 move away for college, you tend to stay close to those people that stayed.
But moving on with the tale. One day around noon (like he'd ever call me before then), my phone rings with Ethan calling me. "Brent you have to come to this party Friday night, Sarah is coming, I want you to meet her."
While I know my work schedule had me working that night, I figured it'd still be going after midnight, so I accepted and told him I wouldn't be there until late because of work. Hell, I knew he just wanted to rub it in my face that he has the "perfect" girlfriend, while I've been dateless for a couple years.
Might as well give you a little info on myself while I'm on that point. Me not having a date for over 2 years wasn't based on looks alone. I'm a decent looking guy. Used to be a very large 240 pounds at only 5'8". That hurt me throughout high school no doubt. But after that I changed my mindset and realized I needed to get my ass in gear. I'm now a decently solid 190 pounds with some toning happening in a few spots. Great body? No. But far from awful.
Basically all my dating (or lack there of) issues were from working and my natural shyness. I worked over 40 hours a week, while being enrolled at a trade school. I also lived by myself, in a small apartment in the ghetto of a small-major city in the Dallas-Fort Worth area. So while I made a good chunk of cash, I spent it all on rent, bills, food and gas. The little bit I did have, I had no time to spend anyways. Shyness I've worked on since this point, but we may get to that in a little bit.
Back to the party. Every day for the week building up to the party, I would get text messages hyping up how "perfect" this girl is. With my experience in knowing Ethan, I was highly expecting Friday to become a let down. While he normally has a lovely looking girl on his arm, brains and natural beauty aren't tops on his list.
By the time Friday rolled around I was hoping Sarah wouldn't even show up so I could avoid Ethan getting trashed just so he could forget about the disappointment of another girl ditching him for the only reason he could think of, "she's just a stupid bitch." Again, a classy guy.
Well, I was looking dapper for my standards (a high-end graphic t-shirt and a pair of Wranglers) as I showed up to work for my 7 hour shift, getting the occasional ribbing from co-workers about how I look "so pretty" blah blah blah. Thankfully that kept me from wanting to slap Ethan through my phone as he texted me about her another ten times. Finally, midnight struck and I got to leave and head over, my mind still bracing for a disappointment. Boy was I wrong.
The second I opened the door to his apartment I saw her. Tall, thin, just enough curves, pouty lips, gorgeous hair and mysterious brown eyes. He easily saw me looking at her, I know this because the first thing he said to me after patting me on the shoulder was "told ya." No kidding.
He introduces me to her and her to me, and then about two seconds after "Brent this is Sarah, Sarah this is Brent" his lips (no longer talking) were now preoccupied with hers, making sure I knew she was his. A very possessive, and again...classy fella.
As the next couple hours went by Ethan became more and more intoxicated. After I showed up he no longer needed to be sober to show off, thankfully this give me a chance to get to know what could most likely be his new prey. Womanizers never really change.
As we talked for a while, of course with Ethan occasionally showing up to mark his territory with a kiss or grope, I noticed unlike most girls he showed up with, she actually was pretty intelligent. A career in fashion was her life's work, and looking at what she was wearing I could see why. She was in a velvety soft looking black dress showing off her slim body and surprisingly round and firm looking butt. Even stranger was how much alike we were. We each had struggles with mental issues in the past, each left college early to jump into a hectic career that we regretted and were looking to get out of, and each wanted to do something but didn't really know how to get there. And about that shyness I have that I mentioned earlier, with her it was non-existent. Once again, the bad guy gets lucky and the good guy finishes last.
I left the party that night with my mind being completely flustered. How does this always happen to him? How does he always get the girl? How come I can never find her, but he finds a new one every month? It all didn't make sense. But I figured that maybe I would have a chance soon enough, given his track record of short relationships.
Well a year went by and they were still together. They've had occasional spats, including a couple that saw her come to my apartment to sleep for the night because she didn't want to be around her and she trusted me. Me and her have become very good friends over the past year. I've seen her naked a few times (she has a habit of stripping when drunk), she's heard stories about me with a friend of hers having drunken sex after a party one night and wouldn't let me hear the end of it. Constant joking about how I was the biggest and best her friend has ever had. All the jokes started to get old, but hey, I slept with her friend (who by the way was the best I've ever had as well), so it was understandable.
Anyways, the night of my 22nd birthday party she led a surprise party for me with cake, a keg, and everything. I'm not one for parties, especially for meaningless birthdays, but it was a really sweet gesture and I appreciated knowing that she truly did care enough about me to do something like that. As the night goes on, her and her friend Alexis have a few drinks and after a lot of sexual tension I saw between the two, they get close to each other and kiss. It was a side of Sarah I've never witnessed before, and judging from her reaction the same thought was in her mind as well.
I guess you'd like to take a step backwards, so I'll do it for you. Who's Alexis? Why haven't I mentioned her? Well, it's simple, I didn't even know her until two months prior to the birthday party. Sarah didn't know her until a month before I met Alexis. So where did she come from? Ethan met her at a class in college and flirted with her more than should ever be allowable. And, as I would find out later down the line, he slept with her the first day he met her, yeah...even with the "perfect" (which I do agree with that statement) girlfriend...that he lived with for the past 8 months. If he was single, I wouldn't blame him for sleeping with her, she was stunning. Icy blue eyes, curves, jet black hair with slightly pale skin, and breasts that could make women walk into walls along with the men, 36D for those that need to know these things.
During Sarah's 21st birthday party the two girls flirted many times and there was already a good bit of sexual tension going on. With Ethan's ability to manipulate he got the two girls together for a sexy photo shoot for all of them to have, and after a few drinks it apparently worked. I don't know what happened in that photo shoot, but apparently it involved plenty of female nudity and brief moments of girl-on-girl action. So the 22nd birthday party episode wasn't stunning after I learned all those details.
Going back to my birthday party, the make-out session between the two captivating women became the talk of the party (which thankfully took the focus off me, again...shy). After a while they played it off like it was just a drunken moment of weakness and the talk about it finally died down. They were out on the balcony of the apartment and looked like they were arguing, and seeing how the great boyfriend Ethan didn't seem to care, I walked outside to see what was going on.
"You just don't get me do you Sarah?!?!"
"Of course I get you damn it! I just, I just didn't expect it!"
"Ahem." They turn to see me standing there on the dimly lit balcony. "What's going on ladies?"
Sarah was the first to speak up. "It's just, well...you want to go get something to eat and talk about it. Too many people here." After a jab to the ribs from Alexis, "She'll come too of course."
"Sounds good to me, I just don't like seeing two beautiful women upset." Sarah smiled and we walked to her car (my truck only seats two) and we go to a fast food place for a burger and fries. As we're all sitting in the car the argument starts back up..."Why is it such a big deal to you?!?!"
"Why do you have to bring it up like that?!?!"
"LADIES!!! Again....please.....stop!"