Girl made of Beast

The Party

My height gave me the advantage to squeeze her shoulders with a reassuring pressure. She flashed me that pageant smile and tilted her head to catch my face, relaxing her arms again.

Her flaxen hair twisted into a bun, and diamond earrings hung from her ears. She'd removed the extra piercings along the path to her cartilage, so up close tiny holes were visible. She wore a navy loose dress with ties over her shoulders and a sweep in the front that made the guests guess whether or not she wore a bra. I knew the truth, but it earned a good chuckle in response as my male friends questioned.

Slut, the womens voices whispered across the room. It's totally obvious he's not wearing a bra.

I kissed her cheek lightly as she nodded in my ear confirmation she was alright. I left her there to socialize with past high school friends, returning to my own. My brotherhood consisted of five or so men, their shaggy hair tinted brown from beneath my shades. I lifted my chin at the sight of a floppy haired blond, his pale eyes buggy and far spaced below his forehead.

"Hey, man!" I cheered pulling him into a sharp embrace. "Haven't seen your ass for ages!"

His off kilter smile filled my vision, and the other men patted on his back. "Good to see you too, man." He stepped back from me and entered the circle we sub consciously formed. "Is it safe to say not much has changed for you?" He nods his head at my girlfriend in the distance, and I semi turn to check on her flashing her fake smile to the women surrounding her.

I nods and lift the side of my lips into a smirk. "Yeah, I'm still with the girl you all said wouldn't last."

"Or wouldn't be real!" A guy chirped and a hiccup of laughter erupted, nudges sending my shoulders into an uneven balance.

"Alright, easy there," I surrender my hands and looked back at shaggy haired Blondie. "How's your girl doing? You still with her?"

He down casts his eyes before returning to shake his head nervously. "No, we split a few months after my research in Africa."

"Sorry, mate." A few more condolences send his way, and he nods.

"She really still with your ugly face?" He teases, sneaking looks back at my girl. "What's that been now, two years?"

I nodded my head, looking back again as to see now most of the men were staring at her. "Two year anniversary a few weeks ago."

She rested against the bar stand and fakes her airy laugh to others, readjusting the white shawl wrapped over her elbows. More girls sent looks her way and whispered giggling glances, stuck in their high school phase. Yet from my friends I could tell the men too were stuck in their glory days, dreaming over beautiful women.

"Congrats, man." The men softly cheered, clearing their throats as they quit looking at her. I forced myself not to mind, she was beautiful, and I wasn't going to keep her from being admired.

"Say, uh, she's not wearing a bra under that is she?" The nudges returned and we all exchanged a snicker after myself, avoiding their question.

"So what's the deal with her, anyway?" Blondie looks at my face this time. "How did you get the perfect dream girl?"

I shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in a relaxed notion. "Just lucky I guess."

Steps skip into our area, and a dark ginger wraps her arms around the shortest of us mens shoulders. "C'mon baby, I want to go home." She whined. "I'm tired." She sends a skeptical once over my attire, making the connection with a gaze to my girl behind me.

The man with dark hair casts a look of disappointment around the circle, touching one of her bare arms with his hand. "Alright, just a few more minutes-"

"No, now." She demands, and he exhales again.

"I guess this means I'll be seeing you around. Later guys." The closest to him pat his shoulders and he disappears into the crowd of graduates with the girl.

A tan girl runs up next, taking down a floppy haired brunet. "That's our ride," She says. "Time to leave."

He nods his head, patting her arm. "Alright, you go ahead. I just gotta part my good byes."

"Hun, we'll be late-"

"I haven't seen the guys in a while, I'll only be a few moments. Run ahead?"

She removes her hands from his chest nods. "Alright, fine." She turns away and he smacks her waist as she walks, friskily sending a taunting look back.

When she's gone from hearing range, the brunet shakes his head. "Tell me your secrets!" He widens his eyes in frustration. The group laughed, commentary audible. "Do this, do that. They're clingy and whiny and they get to control whenever they put out."

"Bitches, man."

"Worth nothing if they give nothing."

More laughs flew around, and the longing gazes behind me started up again. "Your girl is the only girl worth it."

"She doesn't hover, doesn't cling. When I'm over she never interrupts and she fends for her damn self," The third man adds, shaking his head in disbelief. "I bet she still puts out too."

"After two years?" Blondie adds. "He'd find a new girl if she held off for that long." The chuckles dispersed and I smiled and nodded. I just let them come at me, at her.

"Seriously, man." The one with a girlfriend waiting says. "Which training program?"

The laughter only continues and I shake my head as my cheeks begin to sore from grinning. "I'm just lucky, I guess."

"Well, that's some damn good luck." His smile falters and he begins to part ways, keeping word to his girlfriend.

More talk went on about my girl, but eventually elaborated into a more comfortable topic. Later I checked in on her, and although she knew she had barely any friends here and all of the women envied her, she gave me her pageant smile and nodded. I knew it was fake, the way her eyes didn't sparkle like they did when she hand fed the deer in our backyard. Her laugh was fake too, I knew the true, sweet cackle that escaped her throat when she though I wasn't watching her. She put up this act of 'perfect girlfriend' and it became a battle to determine her actions as selfless for my benefit, or if she truly was a monster.

Outside, dressed classy with desire written over her free chest, they envied and swooned. Inside, was I truly at luck with an empty, anger driven girl that was shunned from herself?

At home she was like this too, reserved and easy. She'd do anything I wanted, same went in public. It made it hard to ask her for anything, she never returned the gesture. Was her plastering these fake smiles and presenting the perfect girlfriend on my behalf, her making up for keeping me shunned from her thoughts and past? Was me sneaking glances at her in the morning my karma of having a girlfriend fearful on her toes?