Today, things weren’t any too different where Teela was concerned; she was done up in lederhosen-like shorts with suspenders over tights banded with horizontal stripes in loud colors and clunky round-toed shoes with thick soles. Under the suspenders was a black lace corset. Teela had a set of B-cup titties that sat high and firm — and when displayed by something like the cups that the corset sported, they provided a fine view of her skinny breastbone between them. Last, but not least, she was sporting a pair of black, elbow-length fingerless gloves. If Sally wasn’t with her on so many of the fishing expeditions that produced Teela’s wardrobe, she would never be able to guess where she got some of the stuff she managed to buy or remanufacture to ensure that she was always oddly dressed…
Today, however, despite Teela’s attire, Sally was the focus of their efforts. Teela had convinced Sally that if they wandered out to the mall to buy some of the currently fashionable sleeveless pullover blouses in contrasting colors for her (slightly too short, of course — the not-quite-midriff look was still in, even if the rich and fashion-conscious had moved on), that Sally would garner some male attention if she went braless. Having just made a pair of purchases at a clothing store a few doors down there in the mall, they were out testing the theory.
Lon found himself perfectly positioned to detect two large, gently wobbling orbs partially covered in white over melon stretch fabric that wasn’t obscuring nipple bumps, floating over a narrow swath of lightly tanned skin that nevertheless displayed a deeply indented navel. Below this, a pair of olive culottes sprouted a pair of long if husky legs, ending in a pair of quite nicely turned out feet with a fine French pedicure — stuck in the inevitable pair of pink flip-flops. Lon rolled his eyes upward past the equally meticulously taken care of fingernails to the face under the somewhat lank blond-streaked ponytail. It was a sweet face… "Hey, isn’t that — Sally, something…"
"Yeah…" Rick looked, looked a second time, looked again. "So?"
"You’re missing the jugs…" Lon prompted.
"What about them?" Rick looked again, but Sally and Teela were standing still, trying to decide which store to go to next.
"Give it a second," Lon murmured. "They’re moving."
"Yeah…" Rick wasn’t enamored; Beth had big, fat hooters, and they were nice, he guessed — but there was too much of them as far as Rick was concerned. Sally’s weren’t as big, but they were in the same class. Watching them sway was nice, but he liked his to bob and jiggle but not go far.
"Who’s the scarecrow with her?" Lon asked.
"Teela something. They’re always together," Rick supplied.
"What an outfit!"
Rick shrugged. "It gets her attention. That’s what she wants, apparently." Sally chose that moment to swing to her left to look up the mall corridor, and Rick caught the little bit of extra movement. "Huh! Gutsy today! No bra. Not her usual style, I don’t think…"
"How come I never…" Lon mused.
"Never WHAT?" Rick asked, eyeing Lon as if he’d sprouted two heads. Okay, so she had big tits — she had big everything else, too…
"Oh, said hi, I guess … C’mon," Lon rose from his chair and moved to intercept the pair of girls, who were moving again.
Rick was more or less unaffected, but Beth had made a powerful impression on Lon — a VERY powerful impression! As a result, Lon’s personal standards had shifted, and heavier girls were welcome. Not only had the physical component sunk in, the mental one had, too — Lon realized that a somewhat larger girl would tend to be a whole lot more pliant and a lot less fickle than a Barbie doll. And when Lon applied his amended standards to Sally, he saw potential…
For one thing, the girl was meticulously turned out. Oh, her hair wasn’t straight out of a beauty shop, but she was visibly clean — and has already been mentioned, her fingers and toes were immaculately polished. Now, having nothing else to do might have had a lot to do with it, but Sally could have chosen to do other things, rather than work on her appearance…
Second, Sally was the poster girl for the difference between big and fat; Rick missed this, but Lon didn’t. Sally had less excess on her than Beth, but her build tended to hide the fact. So Rick saw a fat chick, but Lon saw an undervalued property.
Third, Lon’s limited experience with Sally said she was shy — somewhat meek, actually. Lon had learned the value of this with Beth; Sally would be moldable, open to suggestion, and generally a whole lot easier to please than a large chunk of the competition. This was big; Lon didn’t want to have a girlfriend he had to cater to constantly — HE wanted to BE catered to, not vice-versa!
Last, but not least, there was a pair of points sticking right out, tenting the front of those doubled blouses … That had a couple of dimensions, too; aside from the obviously pleasant view, it indicated that she could be talked into doing something brave, periodically.
Now, Lon didn’t cover this ground with his frontal lobe; rather, he took in the gestalt, and a program in his hindbrain compared it with a standards template that he couldn’t have described but carried in him anyway, and an alert went off. Once that happened, he dredged up what he knew about her, and that seemed positive, too. But if you asked him what put him into motion, you’d have gotten "Those are serious tits!"
"Hey." Sally swung around to see who had spoken and caught Lon shifting his eyes back to her face after taking in the free motion of her chest. That was okay, she decided — at least they were good for something … Besides, wasn’t this Lon Carpenter? Lon might not be the Big Man on Campus — but he was in the top twenty — and with Senior year coming up, that would probably thin to ten! "Yes?"
"Sally? What are you guys doing here?" Lon asked.
"Nothing … Well, shopping, a little," Sally murmured nervously. What did HE want? Was this a trick?
"Find anything decent?" Jeez, how do you talk to a girl about shopping? Lon wondered. How am I gonna manage to keep from sounding too stupid?
Teela burst in here, also sensing a trap. "What do YOU care?" she snarled. She wanted him gone — unless maybe he would do her a favor and fulfill Teela’s REAL mission for the day…
The response was quick, aggressive — and from a different source! Lon’s dark-haired companion lit into Teela with, "Quiet, Pipsqueak! Go climb in your casket and wait for sundown!"
Teela’s eyes popped and she spun on Rick — who, frankly, was surprised at himself. "Who are YOU to tell ME what to do?"
"My fangs are longer, see?" Rick curled his lip. "Now pipe down or I’ll get some string and run it through that ring in your nose and we’ll go for a walk! Hey, you don’t have one in your tongue, do you?" he leered. Teela’s jaw dropped. "No, I see you don’t. Too bad — that’d keep you quiet, too!"
Teela stood there, huffing and puffing; she was seldom bested in the sharp tongue department! She was thoroughly pissed — and she was titillated … The pierced nostril he was commenting on was her pride and joy; it was her most controversial piercing, the others being the three sets in her ears. Despite the attention they would get her, her readings on the care required for tongue, eyebrow, or navel piercings didn’t seem worth it — besides, tongues weren’t that visible, and declared you to be a slut. Other, more personal locations failed to pass the visibility test, too… -