By Fleur Lind
Read the latest contribution from the Rose City Writers, this week from FLEUR LIND…
Beth was counting down the days to what she considered to be the event of the year. It was going to be a modest affair, just a few dozen friends gathered to farewell a friend who was moving away. But for Beth, who had a quiet social life, it was going to be huge.
She had been a party animal in times gone by, but those times had changed. She had turned herself around. The days of draining a bottle of wine, falling over her stiletto heels and losing her balance into a thorny rose bush that hadn’t seen a pair of pruning shears for a few seasons, were over. She would remember that thorny occasion forever as it was awfully embarrassing and her new dress that had a price tag equal to a king’s ransom, was totally ruined. The thorns had made a snaggy mess of her new cream and teal, floral patterned linen dress. And worse, she was still paying it off so to have it unwearable only added to her pain.
So now her life was far calmer. Beth drank soda water with ice and a slice, Diet Coke or juice and had been attending a gym program with a Personal Trainer. It had not taken long with her conscientious attitude, teamed up with her delightful but diligent PT that she saw the kilos shed and her muffin duds disappear. She had dropped two dress sizes and had opted for flats instead of the perilous high-heels. As her terribly sensible sister Margo told her, they would be far better for her back anyway.
As Beth marked the days off on her calendar, she considered what dress to wear from her new wardrobe. She would have to peruse her collection and find the most suitable and flattering for the party. Her friends had not seen her new look, so she was curious to see their reaction as well as her sober habits. There would be some friends and acquaintances who would have vivid memories of her intoxicated performances.
Beth arrived a little late as she hated being the first guest in an almost empty room. Working the room, she grinned as she noted the turned heads, raised eyebrows and above all, the smiles and nods from those who remembered her former self.
In less than an hour the large lounge room was considerably busier with a party hum from the many guests. With her alcohol-free fruit punch and a plate of nibbles, Beth made her way to a long comfortable couch that easily had room for two more alongside the two other guests. The space left available would certainly accommodate three of her in her size 10 dress.
Despite her lack of party attendance for most of that year while she trained and ticked boxes with her PT, Beth had not lost her socialising skills. Roz sat on the couch next to her and had many stories to share so the conversation flowed easily.
However, in her nine-month absence from the social scene, Beth was completely unaware of Roz’s latest fetish. Roz prided herself on being unconventional and ‘out there’, but that didn’t take anything away from her brilliance in the Court Room. She had recently been accepted to the bar, showing huge talent in her chosen field of Law. Her extrovert ways had led to her adopting two sibling pets. Such was her adoration for the pair, she took them to parties, fearing Charlie and Jacko would fret if left alone for the evening.
Beth was enjoying her cheese sticks and garlic bread while the aroma was clearly meeting with the approval of Charlie and Jacko. As Roz gave detail of her cousin’s first gondola ride in Venice, her bosoms began to move. Roz was well endowed and as enthralled as Beth was in the gondola experience, her attention was taken by Roz’s breasts moving about as if she was concealing an alien. Beth remembered a scene from a movie where an alien exploded out of the chest of one of the cast.
Was this going to be the case right there on the comfy couch?
What happened next threw Beth completely from her calm relaxed train of thought. The two lumps were speeding up their pace as they did laps around Roz’s Double-D cup size, but Roz was oblivious to this activity down her V-neck sparkly top. She certainly seemed non-plussed as she sipped her glass of Pino.
Beth was transfixed. What was in the punch? It was supposed to be alcohol-free.
She didn’t mean to stare but what was she to do when Roz’s bosoms were so lumpy and mobile? Then, without as much as an ‘I don’t give a rats’, two rodents heads finally came up for air, popping out from the warmth of Roz’s bust, over the sequins to see who had the cheese sticks that were so tantalising to their senses.
“Oh, you’ve come up to say hello, have you?” Roz cooed.
“Oh. My. God! Whaa??” was all Beth managed as she stood quickly from the comfy couch to step a generous distance away.
Again, Roz was unfazed by Beth’s sudden move and the rats ventured out on to Roz’s lap while she patted them adoringly.
Beth was back in the kitchen getting another glass of punch as she tried to shake off the shudder her body had started, feeling quite revolted by the rodents.
James, the host and long-time friend of both Beth and Roz, looked over Beth’s shoulder to admire Charlie and Jacko. “She’s got the boys out to say hi. Aren’t they cool?” James smiled.
Not wanting to appear rude, Beth found a way to answer for the best way forward. “They look well loved, but I’ll admire from a distance!”
James nodded. Rats weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, or glass of Pino.
The evening continued with a positive theme, Charlie and Jacko went back under the sequins and had a nap, Roz stating they were a bit shy. Beth worked the room, rekindling friendships and enjoying the admiration being shown by the guests and host.
Later that night when back in her own home, she thought about the night that was. So many friends, so many well wishes and future coffee dates. And what characters, albeit creepy, Charlie and Jacko were! Moving boobs that became two cold black noses and beady little eyes wanting her cheese sticks! That was one party trick she would never forget, and not alcohol-induced!
