Unstoppable Erica

Girl's Ditch Day.

Her loving is so powerful.
It's simply unavoidable.
The trend is irreversible.
The woman is invincible.
She used to look good to me, but now I find her... Simply Irresistible.
Robert Palmer.

Two days later, I awoke to knocking on our front door. Nick was busy getting ready to leave for work at seven am, so he popped his head into my bedroom. "Ray, wake up! There's three girls at the door. See what they want, you cretin."

Three girls? What the hell?

Stepping into a tight pair of ripped jeans, I ambled to the door. I recognized a distinctive voice, seasoned with just a hint of Valley Girl. "Raayyyy? Hellooo?"

Erica! Wendy must have told her where I live...

I opened the door, and mock scolded, "Erica, you're late again. Do I need to write you up?"

She rested gentle fingers on my bare chest. "Hahaha, very funny. Aren't you going to invite us in?"

Leaving her palm on my stimulated nipples, she gestured towards her companions with the other hand.

"Yeah, of course, come in. Let me put something on."

Erica firmly held my arm. "No, you look fine. Ray, these are my friends from school. Roxanne, and Ziggy."

The hierarchy of the trio could not have been clearer. Queen Erica and her devoted subjects. Five-foot-nine Erica stood six inches taller than Roxanne, and rose at least eight inches above Ziggy. The contrast in attractiveness was even more stark. Slightly pudgy Roxanne's plain face at least featured clear skin, hazel eyes, and dishwater blonde hair, styled in a pageboy cut. Her crooked front teeth didn't really detract much, but gave her a bit of character. A soft lisp punctuated her greeting. "Pleased to meet you, good Sir."

Hello, nutty girl...

I bowed to her, "Merry meet and merry met, me fine lass!"

Roxanne skipped in a circle. "Oh, Erica, I like him!"

I turned to Ziggy. Her somewhat Gothic attire made a small nod seem sufficient, which she blandly returned.
Sensing it was all the interaction she desired, I waved grandly, "Welcome, ladies, to our humble abode. Nick, come here. We have guests."

Nick entered the living room in his work attire, which was remarkably similar to mine. A short sleeved button up shirt with a tie, and black wool slacks. He froze upon seeing Erica, then looked her up and down, exactly the way most men did. Ignoring her followers, he waved. "Hi. You must be Erica."

Erica smirked at me, then demurely spoke. "Hello Nick. Your house is interesting."

Roxanne and Ziggy had already wandered into the showpiece, our dining room stuffed with musical equipment. Roxanne leaned over the piano bench, and tentatively plinked a few notes. Nick had obtained the ancient mini-upright for free from his mother's church, but at least a decade had passed since a tuner laid his hands on it. Still, it wasn't too bad, and had the bluesy bar kind of sound we both liked.

Roxanne also approved, and played a bit of Scott Joplin's classic "The Entertainer." Though a horribly clichéd choice of a song, her rendition showed a strong musical talent. We all applauded as she hopped on the bench to take a jangly bow, spreading the skirt of her Jack-o-Lantern print sundress. At least five mismatched bracelets hung on her arms, but I could see some telltale cutting scars on her wrists. Obviously, Roxanne had some troubles, but seemed ecstatic for the moment.