Sally, interrupted by the multiple outbursts, blinked and tried to get back on track. "Well, I bought these tank tops…" This of course virtually forced an examination of her cleavage. It wasn’t her plan, but once the words left her lips, she couldn’t retract them…
Lon took the opportunity for a lengthy examination from close range, after which he was left in a quandary: How did you tell a girl she looked absolutely fuckable without getting your face slapped? "Um, well, ah…"
"You don’t like them?" Sally asked, prompted by painful experience to expect rejection.
Them? Oh, blouses, not tits! Lon threw up a hand, "No, no, that’s not it! I was trying to come up with something…" Clean? " … socially acceptable … They look pretty good to me…"
"Oh!" Sally dimpled.
Aw, SHIT! THIS won’t do! "Are you talking about her tops, or her hooters, Hunky Boy? Christ, Sally — he just wants a grip on your melons!" Teela needed to move THIS in a different direction, quickly! "What is this? Four F day?"
"Are you jealous?" Rick asked, invading Teela’s personal space to look straight down her cleavage as exposed by the corset cups. "Those aren’t exactly IBTC-class bumps, there, Elvira! How come you don’t have a cute little bat-wing pendant to hang between those?"
"The quarter it would cost at a bubblegum machine is beyond your allowance!" Teela snarled back. "What the fuck is the IBTC?"
"Itty Bitty Titty Committee," Rick replied, grinning maliciously. "And you’re too big there to be a member!"
Teela tilted her head. "You fucked up — I’ll take that crack as a compliment!"
Rick smiled crookedly. "Then maybe I didn’t fuck up."
Lon picked up Sally’s eyes and arched an eyebrow. "Sparky, aren’t they?"
"Uh huh." Sally felt stupid, but Lon was still standing there, talking to her … She flicked a glance at Teela, who was apparently fully engaged with Rick, and murmured, "So, about the tops?"
"I told you," Lon replied. "Although they probably wouldn’t be as nice without what’s under them…"
Sally could feel a flush spreading. "Uh, thanks. We should, uh, probably be going, before Teela does something nasty to your friend…"
Teela took the comment as a suggestion; her eyes flashed and her knee came up. But Rick was gone, like magic — just far enough that he could reach down and grab her calf, just above the ankle. Teela’s reflexive attempt to turn the kneeing into a kick unbalanced her and she sat on the mall’s parquet floor — hard! Rick chuckled while she sat there getting her breath, her mouth open and her eyes reflecting shock and wonder. "I’ve seen it all," Rick answered the unasked question. "I have a really mean cousin. She’s married, now, but I learned all about knees, early." He stepped in between her splayed legs and looked down at her. "Would you like help getting up?"
The position was deliberate; it was inside her arms and legs, and it made it necessary for her to crane her neck to look up at him — AND it gave him another fine view of her tits! Rick liked his tits conical and high riding; Teela’s were both…
Teela recovered herself, closed her mouth, and discovered that when she wasn’t looking Rick in the eye she was looking at his crotch. She glanced back up maliciously and bared her teeth, but Rick chuckled, "Oh, come on! You don’t want to BITE it…" Then he stepped away, deliberately ignoring her — leaving Teela sputtering in outrage!
Lon sighed. "I guess you’re right…" Jeez, I don’t know which of them is worse! "I’ll see you at school, then — or some other time, maybe."
"Sure…" Duh! You sound like some kind of idiot, Sally! Get your shit together! "I, uh…" STOP! What are you going to say? I’ll put a candle in the window? She turned away, embarrassed.
Rick turned laughing eyes on Sally. "If you get her a leash, maybe I’ll walk her for you…"
"Keep it up, Smartass!" Teela shrieked.
"Okay…" Rick smiled and turned to Lon, who was looking distinctly unhappy with him. The pair drifted away, Lon leading while he tried to figure out how to salvage things, and Rick reluctantly, grinning maliciously over his shoulder at his opponent.
When they were back at their table, Lon frowned at Rick, "What was THAT all about?"
"What? Monkey Girl? She was trying to mess with you, so I distracted her," Rick replied.
"It looked like World War Three!" Lon exclaimed.
"It wasn’t," Rick replied calmly. "I bet she enjoyed it. I did." 'A LOT, as a matter of fact, ' Rick realized. "You two should have kept going — we’d have been fine…" He shrugged. "If that’s what you wanted to do…" Why Lon had gone hunting Sally was still beyond Rick’s understanding.
"We couldn’t get a word in edgewise!" Lon complained.
"No wonder, the way you both were tripping over your tongues," Rick chided. "I really don’t get it…" His eyes followed the pair, who were moving slowly off, apparently in heated discussion.
"Don’t get what?" Lon demanded.
"Sally…"
"Good! That’s less competition!" Lon grunted. Rick shook his head, mildly irritated. "I ought to get you and Teela rabies shots!"
"Well, tetanus, anyway," Rick chuckled. "She probably DOES bite…"
"And that’s okay?" Lon asked, bemused.
"Yeah." Rick nodded thoughtfully. "That’s okay." He looked at his watch. "Time to go."
Chapter 22
Posted: February 24, 2009 - 05:45:07 pm
Updated: February 24, 2009 - 09:25:53 pm
Teela was dealing with the aftermath of the encounter, which had gone all wrong, from her point of view! "God! The NERVE of them, trying to put the moves on us in the middle of the mall!"
Sally was smilling vaguely. She caught herself and retorted, "Huh? I didn’t get moved on — Lon was being nice! Besides, wasn’t that what we were here for? To see if somebody — anybody — would notice?" Teela’s reaction to Lon didn’t make much sense to her; from where she sat, it was a pleasant encounter with a guy who she had previously considered absolutely unattainable — and Teela had done her best to ruin it!
Teela seethed, trying to figure out how she could recover things. HER objective for the day and the stated objective were two radically different things — and Lon, while he had accomplished the stated objective, had torched — or at least delayed — Teela’s hidden agenda by quite a bit!
Teela had given up on boys — well, not totally, but for the near term. Eventually, she planned to lower her standards until the acceptable and the achievable matched, somewhere — but at this rate, she would be thirty before she identified a likely candidate. In the meantime, solo masturbation was becoming a bore…
That’s where Sally came in. Teela had been slowly desensitizing Sally to the idea of girl-girl fun for some time. She was a perfect choice; she was sweet natured, she could be led — and best of all, she was Teela’s friend! Teela had decided about four months previous that she wanted her pussy licked — bad! — and she had been slowly paving the way through a series of salacious activities at sleep-overs and other slips of nudity and familiarity — including the occasional public display of affection of some type. This, too, was deliberate; if boys decided they were lesbians, then that would isolate Sally even more…
Today’s exercise was to get Sally out in an outfit that she considered daring, but would attract no male attention, whatsoever — softening Sally up even more on the heels of the disappointment. But Hunky Boy and his curly companion with the big mouth had come along and fucked things up by validating Sally’s outfit! All Teela could do now was to fall back on the idea that it was all a trick on their part to get into Sally’s panties…