Savvy
Dear Diary,
Tonight I am meeting up with Stacy’s friends. She said their names were Garrett and Mazy. She told me that all three of them went to high school together. That both of them were bi s*xual and all three of them have had s*x before. She said it was an awesome experience. I think I have found my people. They’re going to show me how to come out of my shell, I just know it. I confessed to her that I’ve never really experimented s*xually. That I barely know how to give a blow job. She told me to stick with her. She’ll open me to a whole new world. I am afraid, but extremely excited.
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“So where are we going tonight?” I asked Stacy.
“First, we are meeting Garrett and Mazy at Roma. It’s the best Italian food around. It’s owned by a little old Italian couple. Their children and grandchildren run the place. It’s so authentic. You will just die, I swear, their food is orgasmic.”
I giggled at her. She was so over the top. I loved it.
“Secondly, we are going shopping. Because that outfit,” she said, pointing at me, “is not going to work for tonight.”
We were already on our way to the restaurant. She was driving, weaving in and out of traffic. I scowled down at myself. I thought I looked cute. I had on a peach sundress with white heels. My hair was in a high ponytail, with some strands hanging framing my face.
“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
“Nothing, if we were going to Sunday brunch. You look pretty. But darling, we want you to look smoking hot. You just got a divorce. You’re young, you have a gorgeous figure, a complete hourglass with a slim waist. You’re what? A big B, small C cup, you need to show those perky br*ast off. The best way to get over one man is to get under another. Trust me on this.”
“If you say so, plus, I am over him. The anger and hate I feel, there will never be a second chance for us.”
“Well, see if you were over him, you’d be indifferent. There would be no anger and hate. Should you see him next time, and there might be one in the future, you never know. You should be able to look at him and remember fond memories. You would be able to say hello, and not want to kill him.”
I looked at her. She’s been through this before.
“Someone hurt you?”
“Yes. My first love. We met Freshman year in high school, dated all four years. Prom night our Senior year, I had to use the bathroom. He told me to hurry, he had a surprise for me. I don’t think I have ever peed so fast in my life. I now take my time. Anyway, I don’t think he thought I would be so fast either. As I was walking back from the bathroom, I passed a classroom that was slightly ajar. I heard people arguing. I peaked in, because I am a nosy b*tch, and I wished I had minded my own business. My best friend at the time was crying and loudly telling him that she was pregnant. He had told her there was no way that he had used a c*ndom with her. My world shattered. The boy I loved had cheated on me with my best friend. My best friend had betrayed me. I must have made a noise, because they both looked over. You should have seen the look on their faces. He looked so panicked and she looked destroyed. I lost my sh*t. I had screamed at them, and asked how long they had been f*cking behind my back. I mean, I gave it up to him, all the time. Why was he cheating? He said it had happened one time at a party I couldn’t go to, because I was sick. She looked at him with disgust and said that’s when it started, but they had been f*cking for three months, and that he had confessed that he loved her and was going to leave me for her. He claimed that that wasn’t true, that it was the one time. I didn’t know who to believe. I completely cut them out of my life. I felt anger, the betrayal, the hate. I left right after graduation. Went to college with Mazy and Garrett. I saw them last year when I went home for Christmas. I was out shopping for presents with my mother. I felt nothing. There was no anger or animosity. They had a little girl with them. She looked just like him. I smiled when they saw me. Both had gotten pale, I saw longing in his eyes. She saw it too, and I saw the hurt pass over her face. I just turned away from them and continued shopping. That’s when I knew I was over it. So, when you get to that point, you’ll know when you are.”
“You are amazing, Stacy, I am so glad I met you.”
She beamed at me as she parked the car.
Mazy and Garrett were so fun and nice. Garrett was tall, with black hair and brown eyes. He had a squared face with a chiseled jawline. He was buff as he*ll. He wore a black short-sleeved t-shirt, and when he stood to pull out mine and Stacy’s chair, I saw he was wearing Khaki slacks that molded themselves to his massive thighs. I had to swipe at my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. I heard him chuckle and I think he noticed. Mazy was freaking gorgeous. She had wild red hair and sparkling green eyes. There was a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her body was like a grecian goddess. She has large br*asts, a curvy waist and wide hips. She was in a low cut, emerald green dress. When she stood to hug Stacy, I checked out her a*s. Jesus, it should be illegal to be this s*xy. I looked at the three of them, I could not compare. I was pretty, but I was not s*xy. I didn’t think so at least.
“Garrett, look at her, she is so exotic. All that long black hair, you could grab on to and use as an anchor as you f*ck her from behind. She’s got great t*ts, I’d love to taste them. And her body is to die for. Where did you find her, Stacy?”
I was taken aback at her blatant description of me. I could feel my cheeks heat.
“Oh, Jesus, she blushes,” Mazy whispered. Her eyes roamed my body.
“Down girl. Don’t scare off my new friend,” Stacy laughed.
“You are very beautiful,” Garrett said.
“Thank you.” I said, primly, which had him chuckling again.
“God, you guys. Stop,” Stacy squealed.
They both burst into laughter.
“Sorry, Savvy, right?” Mazy asked.
“Yes, I am Savvy, and you two are Mazy and Garrett.”
They both nodded.
“We didn’t mean to tease you. But Stacy did say you were gorgeous. We couldn’t help ourselves,” Garrett said.
The rest of the dinner was great. We talked, they got to know me, and after telling them my story, Garrett wanted to go to Montana and kick Brian’s a*s. I thanked him, but told him that it wasn’t necessary, I just wanted to move on. Mazy said that she would definitely help me do that. Then she blew me a kiss and I blushed instantly. That made her laugh and she told me I was a breath of fresh air.
Afterward, we went shopping at Mazy’s boutique. She sold high-end clothing for both men and women. She designed all the pieces on display and also did underwear. I looked at the prices and almost swallowed my tongue. The cocktail dress I was looking at was fifteen hundred dollars. I slowly backed away from it.
“You should try it on. I think it would look fabulous on you,” Mazy said.
“No way, I can’t even afford to breathe on it.”
“Nonsense.” I winced as she ripped the dress off the hanger and handed it to me. She also gave me a pair of black heeled sandals that tied up the back of my leg to the top of my calf.
The dress was red, tight and short, even on my 5’5 frame. It was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was beaded with red sequin that was patterned following the heart-shaped bust. It showcased my br*asts and made them look great with a deep cleavage. It hugged my curves and ended mid-thigh. With my high ponytail, I looked exotic. I walked out of the dressing room, and all three of them whistled.
“Holy f*ck you are hot,” Garrett said. I could see lust in his eyes as he looked me up and down. Both Mazy and Stacy stared at me with interest as well.
“That dress is now yours, and so are the shoes. It’s all on me. Come over to this jewelry case and pick out some earrings and put these bangles on,” Mazy said.
She handed me some gold bracelets that I put on, and then I picked out a pair of gold dangle earrings.
“Beautiful. I have some makeup, put heavier eyeliner on, smudge some of this crimson lipstick on. Yes, perfect. Now it’s time to party,” Mazy said.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror that was next to the cash register. I have never seen myself like this. I did look hot, and I felt s*xy as hell. I now match the three of them. I was ready for a fun night.