"Kara! Stop fucking off and get your scrawny ass over here!" Jane yelled from across the store. I scowled at her. She knew I was self conscious about the fact that I was so thin and she loved to point it out in public. At the time I had a short dark brown bob with red highlights that really seemed to bring out the green in my eyes. On a good day I would say that I could pass for pretty. On a bad day, well, it's a bad day, who's counting?
I purposefully walked slowly to her where she was holding this skimpy black dress that looked like it would barely cover the top half of me let alone the bottom half. I scowled at her.
"I am NOT wearing that! You are out of your mind!" I grabbed the dress out of her hand and placed it back on the rack. She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes at me. "Come on now Jane. Did you really think that I would wear something so, well, hootchie?" I raised my eyebrow as she gave me an exassperated look.
"Are you going to go naked Kara?" She grinned from ear to ear. "Not that I would mind if you did." She chuckled at her own joke and I half smiled in return.
"You're funny for someone who is completely insane. Can't you find just one dress that makes me not look like a prostitute?" I asked her with a tilt of my head and she wrinkled her nose.
"Oh come on. How many times do you get to go to a company christmas party?" She asked me as she continued to look through the rack.
"I would say about once a year. And I am not trying to impress anyone. It's a law firm, Jane. Not a strip joint." I couldn't help but scold her. What kind of a girl dresses like a hippie all year and yells at me to dress more slutty? I laughed softly. It took us an hour before I found a dress that we could both agree on. It was lacy black dress with short sleeves that was at a modest level right above her knee. It was cute but not slutty. Which was exactly what I wanted.
Jane stayed all night before the party. It was hard to concentrate when she kept looking at me with those big brown eyes. Jane was like the epitome of what it meant to be a tease. She knew her appeal and she used it well. I wish I could say that I was the only one that she fooled around with but that much wasn't true. Despite her nerdy looks she had a smoking bod and a seriously tempting personality. It was hard to ignore. I still remember the first night we hooked up.
It was 2 months, 2 weeks, and four days since Sarah left. Not only was I down, I was out. Completely lost in self pity and trying my hardest to stop thinking about her. I already knew she wasn't coming back. That much was no surprise to me. It was still hard to let go. She never even gave me the chance.
It had been a while since I had been out and Jane had come over to try and convince me to come out. She was always trying to force me to do things that didn't sound appealing. But we always had a great time together. As soon as she walked in the door I had started crying. It felt like I was going to burst if I didn't let the frustration and sadness loose. Jane always brought the feelings out. Something about the understanding in her voice could soothe even the most distraught person. And I must have been close to the most.
So there I was. Looking completely terrible and crying and going on and on about Sarah and how much it hurt. There was a point where I remember saying that I thought she didn't love me because I wasn't pretty enough. And Jane looked me in the eye, didn't even blink, and said that I was beautiful. I know it sounds cheesy but it was what I wanted to hear. So I kissed her. Softly and hesitantly. She seemed a little nervous to further the kiss beyond that. I urged her further. Suddenly things started getting steamy and I found myself making rules offhand for us doing it. And she found herself agreeing in between kisses. And then it happened.
It was awesome. You know how people say that practice makes perfect? Well. She was damn near to perfect.
Back to the story at hand though. I left for the party late because apparently Jane and I couldn't keep our clothes on around one another. It wasn't until I got to the party that I really started paying attention to what I was doing. And I damn near knocked someone off of their feet by running head on into them. I looked up only to look into the blue eyes of the girl at the party. I stood there stunned for a minute before I caught myself staring. I shook my head and smiled. And she smiled back. I was dazed for a second. She was smoking hot. And I had a feeling that she knew it. And I couldn't give two shits less.
