Aaron Left Behind
I was finishing up washing the last of our dirty dishes. The girls were gonna be over soon and I wanted to make sure they got the impression that we were clean and well put together. Zack, on the other hand, was content just sitting on the couch and playing video games until the very last second before they arrived.
I can't say I'm surprised, Zack has always been a slob since we first met at the beginning of high school. Whenever I went to his house, his room was always buried in empty beer cans, fast food bags and near-empty vape pens.
Once we finally graduated, moved into the city and got our very own place, paid for with our very own money, I assumed he'd finally grow up. But, after a year and a half of being roommates, he still couldn't be bothered to pick up after himself. I always had to do it.
"Yo, Aaron." He shouted at me from the couch. "Grab me another?" He shook an empty beer can at me.
It was bad enough that he made no effort to help me prepare for our guests and felt entitled enough to boss me around, but, like most days, he couldn't even be bothered to dress himself.
"Here." I said coldly, handing him his beer. "But seriously, man. You need to go get dressed. The girls will be here any minute and they aren't gonna want to hang out with you in your boxers all night!"
"oh, contraire." He said with gravitas before chugging down his drink. "I have no doubt our fine female friends would appreciate the sheer architecture I got goin' on here."
He stood up and flexed his arms, then his abs. For a guy who eats and drinks like shit, he was surprisingly lean and toned. I unfortunately had had more than enough time to get a far more detailed mental image of my best friend's barely-clothed body. I was just grateful he never walked around without some kind of underpants, but, still.
Just as I rolled my eyes at Zack's obnoxious showboating, I got a text. The girls were here.
"They're here, man!" I practically shouted at him. "Get dressed, now!"
"I know, I know." He said, striding casually toward his bedroom. "I'd hate to give Juliet any crazy ideas."
"knock it off, man! I'm serious; no shit like that tonight!"
He just laughed, then he was gone.
Stupid Zackary. He knows all too well how hard I've been crushing on this girl, since the very first day I met her. I tried to make him swear not to go after her, but he always gave some vague non-answer in a joking tone.
For the record, yes, he has stolen a girl or two from me before. I don't know what it is about him, or what it is I lack, but he consistently is able to hookup with girls I've been pining over for months, even years, without hardly lifting a finger.
Juliet wasn't like those other girls, though. She was special. She made me feel a way I didn't even realize was possible until I first laid eyes on her. And it seems each and every time I see her, that same flurry of new emotions bombarded me. The spark was still there. This was more than a crush; I was in love with Juliet.
Zack keeps telling me to just ask her out already, but he doesn't get it! I can't just pour out my heart and soul on any random day of the week. It requires time, patience, and a solid foundation of friendship before something more can form. That's what Zack doesn't get. And that's why he's never had a serious girlfriend, despite his opaquely-false claims that he simply doesn't want one. What guy doesn't?
Tonight, though, is in fact not just any other night. Tonight will be the night I confess to her how I feel and ask her to be my girlfriend. I had the whole thing planned out. Unfortunately, though, once I opened my front door to let the ladies in, any focus or concentration I might've had was miles and miles away. Because, now, I was staring into Juliet's eyes.
"H-hey, guys." I stammered out, trying to maintain my composure. "Welcome in!"
Juliet was the first to enter. Her soft and bouncy golden-blond hair was dangling onto her shoulders, free of any attempt to contain the feminine mane within a scrunchie or hat.
She wore a hoodie, royal blue with bright white draw strings. She had on skinny jeans of a lighter shade and wore black and white converse.
A modest outfit by most standards, but her comfy and casual style of presentation always set my heart on my fire. Urges and images of hugging her tight around the torso, smothering her cheeks in kisses constantly dominated my mind.
Though I am ashamed of it, I could never help but notice other aspects of her physical self. While typically obscured under thick layers, her cute breasts looked quite big on her petite frame.
During the warmer months last year my science grade plummeted because she began wearing thin t-shirts with tight, visible bras on underneath. I could hardly focus on anything besides her surprisingly large breasts wrapped tightly just across a table from me.
Her, butt, however, I had a more familiar relationship with. The style of jeans she wore always hugged that deliciously round bottom tightly and precisely. If she had something in her pocket, even a crumpled up straw wrapped, its full details would be apparent from a quick glance.
She was a modest girl, so it made me feel guilty, but I delighted in just how vividly I could imagine her cute butt. And felt ashamed at just how often I imagined it.
"Hi, Aaron!" She said before wrapping her arms around my shoulder in a tight hug. She is such an amazing hugger. I knew it was coming, she always hugged me upon seeing me, but it never failed to give me butterflies and make me dizzy.
"H-hey, Juliet. You look nice." I barely choked out.
"Oh, yea?" she said, surprised, looking down at herself, "thanks." She clearly couldn't see herself the way I.
Behind her, I almost forgot to mention, were the other two girls of our little friend group, Vivian and Wendy. I didn't have very much in common with either of them, but they were cool and pretty fun to be around.
Wendy, a girl slightly older than the rest of us, was a tall pale girl whose long black hair was usually braided tightly. Tonight, though, her morticia-esque hair freely rested down her back and above her large, double D breasts. Having by far the biggest boobs of the group, her size was a common running joke for us. Though she pretended not to, she clearly loved every second of it.
Proud of her extraordinary chest, this evening she wore a white tank top, the 'wife beater' variety above a pair of blue denim shorts. Her ass was nothing to write home about, but her long legs and thick thighs more than made up for it. At least, in my opinion.
Vivian, on the other hand, was practically completely flat both upstairs and down. An edgy, alternative girl, her hair, dyed purple, was in a short, cute pixie cut. She wore a t-shirt from a band I've never heard of as well as black jeans with long, shredded holes along the thighs.
"Hey, Aaron." Wendy said, waving nicely but making no attempt to touch me.
"Hey." was all Vivian had to offer.
"Hi, hello." I said to them, "welcome!"
Like I said, these girls were cute and fun, but I was only really friends with them by association. I was close to Juliet, but Vivian and Wendy were Zack's friends. I still say I got the better deal.
Just at that moment, Zack came out into the living room dressed in gray sweatpants, an oversized batman t-shirt and black socks.
"What's up ladies?" He said boisterously, eliciting eager his and hellos back to him. He gave a hug to Vivian, then Wendy, then finally a big tight one to Juliet. He even picked the dainty girl up and swung her around. Juliet laughed all the while.
I pushed down the rising angry bees in my heart and offered everyone a drink.
"Root beer for you, right Julia?" I said at the end.
"Hah of course! That's so silly you remember!"
I smiled kindly and hustled to the kitchen to get the girls their drinks.
"And a beer for me, bud?" Zack called out.
I gritted my teeth, but in an effort to come across as cool and chill, I got him his beer.
After drinks were passed around, we began chatting; catching up on life. Pretty soon our drinks were replaced with hard liquor and the conversation got more and more untamed.
"I'm serious," Wendy continued, "Professor Paul is a perv! I catch him staring at my tits at least three times a class!"
"Can you blame him?" Zack asked sardonically, making all the girls laugh.
"For real!" Vivian offered, "I've been checking them out literally all night!"
"Well that's different!" Wendy protested.
"How?"
"Because I love when I catch you staring!"
Even more laughter.
"Yea, I have to admit," Juliet started, "they are pretty distracting. I mean every step you take in that little shirt..."
"What do you mean?" Wendy asked, strutting back and forth in an exaggerated way so that her large breasts would bounce and jiggle chaotically. "I'm just walking!"
Juliet laughed and playfully pushed her friend's titties away from her face. The sight of Juliet touching another girl like that distracted me, but not for long.
"God damn, girl." Zack said, "I got a weak heart I can't handle all that titty!"
