Therese made the mistake of mentioning she would be having a horror night at the end of the week. Since her dad would be going out with his stupid girlfriend, she had the whole place to herself. Jeanette inserted herself in there too: “What are we watching?”
When Friday night finally came around, Therese ordered a pizza and got comfy. Jeanette descended from the upstairs apartment, ready to cause chaos as always. The two had lived in the same building, in identical apartments separated only by the floor number for their entire lives. And just like Jeanette only lived with her grandma, Therese only lived with her dad.
Jeanette came wearing a pair of boy shorts and a tight pink top that had cherry trees branches flowering across her bust. The blonde glanced down at Therese’s black tank top and the level plane of her chest. “You look cute, flattie.”
Her friend hopped over the back of the sofa and plopped down on the cushions. “I’m ready for big scares.”
Therese dropped down on the armchair next to it and crossed her legs over the coffee table. “I told you, this is 80s horror. It’s more comedy than anything.”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just watch.”
“Wait for my dad, his girlfriend has to come pick him up.”
That was the real horror of the evening. Therese had nothing against his father dating other women. Sure, she would’ve preferred it if he stayed loyal to her mother until the very end, but she understood that most people couldn't work that way. But how could he date a girl that was only a few years older than she was? That was just insane.
The middle-aged Arthur rushed out of his bedroom in the process of buttoning his sleeves. “Princess, have you seen my watch anywhere?” As he came into the living room, he caught sight of Jeanette and stopped in his tracks.
“Looking sharp, Mr. V!” the blonde whooped.
Therese’s pudgy father gulped and fixed his glasses. “Thanks,” he stammered. Therese noticed that his gaze struggled not to go lower than Jeanette’s face. After a few seconds of intense effort, however, it slipped and went right down to her awesome milkers. He stared at their exceptional curves and perfect shape, utterly transfixed, slack-jawed as if he were communing with them on a deeper, spiritual level.
Here came the personal humiliation again. What was this creep doing? “Dad! Stop looking at her breasts. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He lifted his trembling fingers up in apology. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Jeanette smirked proudly. “I don’t mind at all. I like the attention. You can stare at them as much as you like, Mr. V. Therese is just salty she has none.”
The sound of the slander filled the small brunette with indignant fury. “What are you talking about?!” Therese screamed, her heart crying for justice. “He’s my father! What difference would it make if I were big? It’s not like I’d want my father at my chest.”
Searching for his watch, Arthur commented, “Calm down, princess.”
“Don’t take her side!”
Jeanette grinned and shrugged. “I’m just saying, I love it when your dad stares at my big tiddies.”
Therese was at a loss for words. Again she was doing this to her. Making her feel stupid and worthless, in her own home. And now making things weird with her dad. Why did I let her come over? Why do I do this to myself?
Arthur put on his watch and stood by the sofa. “How’s your grandma?”
“Good. She’s worried that I’m gone.”
He made a face. “You’re right downstairs.”
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“Beats me. She’s paranoid about everything nowadays.”
Therese hoped her father would not be looking at her stupid tits again. But his eyes were slowly going back to them. “It’s okay,” said Jeanette, gently lifting her pillowy melons. “I really don’t mind if you look.”
Arthur dabbed at the film of sweat building on his forehead with his forearm. He was totally flummoxed. “It’s hard not to.”
“Shhh, it’s fine. Just enjoy yourself, Mr. V.”
He took a deep shuddering breath, following the rise and fall of her knockers with great interest. “I only just saw you last week, but I swear they’ve gotten bigger since then.”
Jeanette flashed him a proud smile. “I’m happy you noticed, Mr. V. They’re growing a little bit every day.” Her slender fingers moved across the surface, trying to suggest to him just how big they were. “Seems like they’ll never stop. Next month I’ll have to bump my bra up by another number.” The blonde did a fake-sad. “More money down the brain.
Her father wiped the sweat from his face and struggled to tear his eyes away. “That must be pricy. Well, I know you only have your grandma, so if you ever need help...”
Therese could hear the arousal in her father’s voice and grimaced, feeling icky all over. Was he offering to pay for her bras? “I could really use your help, actually. You’re so observant, and the twins like you.” Jeanette went on. “Why don’t you take me bra shopping, Mr. V?”
“THAT’S IT!” Therese exploded. She stood up and pointed to the door. “Out! Get the hell out! You sick pervert! Out! Right now!”
Jeanette covered her mouth and cackled devilishly. Even Arthur was laughing. “Honey, can’t you tell she’s trying to rile you up?”
She was made to feel stupid again. “I don’t care! I don’t want to hear this gross stuff. And you’re an old man, you should know better.”
“I’m not an old man,” he said, hurt. “I’m forty-two.”
“That’s old!”
Jeanette shrugged. “Nowadays, not even sixty is really that old.”
“Exactly,” said Arthur.
“Not the point!” Therese yelled. “Totally not the point!”
The door rang and Arthur held a finger up to his lips, silencing them. He padded over and opened up. “Alexis, come on in. I’m just about ready.”
Marching into the apartment like an elite trooper, perched on top of massive gleaming heels, Alexis came and sat on the sofa without greeting either one of them. Her skin was so tanned it was almost brown, while the ponytail sprouting from the top of her head reached all the way down to her waist. She wore all-black, the dazzling dress under the mini leather jacket so low-cut that the peaks of her boobies were all out. Her bust was barely medium sized, but she still showed it off constantly.
Damn her, thought Therese. She doesn’t even have boobs that big! Why does she think she’s so cool?
Arthur went to get his jacket and Jeanette flipped through different TV stations as Alexis texted on her phone, long nails tapping annoyingly against the touchscreen.
How could her father date a stupid chick like this? Her mother was a literary and artistic genius. She won awards, wrote full length novels, and painted since she was six. This was just some common trash. What a total downgrade. There was no way Therese could end up accepting this pretentious slut as her stepmother.
The slender brunette desperately wanted to make Alexis feel bad, but wasn’t sure how. Her eyes slipped to Jeanette’s chest as the two sat next to one another. “Alexis.” The bored, bitchy eyes came up to meet her. “My friend’s boobs are way bigger than yours.”
Alexis said nothing for a few seconds, trying to process what she just heard. Jeanette slowly turned her face over, amazed at what came out of her friend’s mouth. “What?” Alexis snapped, confused.
“N-Nothing!” Therese blurted. This was not the reaction she wanted! Not at all! Where was the hurt and pain? The anxiety and insecurity? Why don’t you feel like I feel?!
Alexis pursed her lips thoughtfully. “You’re really weird.” Jeanette struggled to contain her laughter. No, why does it always go so bad for me? Why?
Arthur came back; Alexis stood up and slipped her phone back into the tiny luxury purse as the middle-aged man wrapped his arm around her midriff. “Be good, girls,” he told them. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
Therese sat there and seethed. “Right.”
“Hey, Mr. V! My offer still stands.”
“Your what?” It clicked right after he asked, and his face turned into a tomato. “Oh, yes… That. We’ll see. Thank you. Good night to both of you.”
As soon as the door closed, Jeanette laughed at her again. “What were you thinking?”
Therese grinded her teeth anxiously. “Nothing good, clearly.”
“Well. You tried. Now, where’s our pizza?”