The pickup truck quietly rambled into the driveway of the Farber house - the headlights illuminating the front porch in a wash of white.
The whole ride home had been silent. Jillian sat, arms crossed over her chest. Moose looking straight ahead, deadpan as he shifted into park. If he knew girls, he knew better than to say much to her as she opened the door to leave.
" uh thanks for a um, great night Jillian."
She ignored the comment. Ignored everything, really and stepped down from the cab, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Moose got one last look at Jillian, the neckline of her sweater dress hanging down off one shoulder exposing a single yellow bra strap. Even all disheveled, she looked like a knockout. Her hair mussed, lipstick lightly smudged. As he pulled safely away, Moose began to smile.
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Jillian flipped off her wedge sneakers and fell back on to her bed with a flop. She was still a little drunk.
Why had she lost control like that? A million thoughts ran through her mind. Moose's rough kisses, his hands on her boobs, her inner thighs, on repeat. It was the million dollar question. She had let it all happen, without force or persuasion. The second his lips met hers, she enthusiastically gave him control. Once Moose's skilled hands found their way around her, she couldn't think of anything but 'more.' There wasn't anyone to blame but herself. And the beer. And Moose's aggressive advances. Could it have been the stone? They had looked at each other, and within seconds, she had forgotten all about the stakeout, the sinking possibility that somewhere, Zoe could be changing reality at that very moment. She was too preoccupied with sucking face. She had lost sight of her goal too quickly.
Jillian pulled the knit sweater dress over her head and slung the leopard print fabric on to a hanger and back in her closet. She hadn't yet taken stock of its contents, but given what she had been able to pick out for tonight, she wasn't anxious to to dig much deeper into its contents. The flashes of color, sequins, and animal print that were plainly visible on the rack told Jillian that even if her hobbies were more to the Victorian fantasy set, her fashion taste skewed a whole lot more Jersey Shore. Given the relative fitness of her body, it was wholly likely that she practiced a lot of GTL.
Back in front of the mirror, Jillian paused to take stock of herself one more time after the abbreviated session earlier. She put her hand on her hip and looked sideways into the glass. What she saw was absolutely insane. Deranged. Ludicrous. Never in a million years would she have woken up in the morning and guessed that this is how her day would end. Standing there in a bra and panties. Her underwear.
The neon yellow she had picked earlier was a nice contrast against her dark tan. She didn't know much about bras, but this one pushed her already large boobs together and up, making them look even bigger. The twin cups, themselves dominating her front side, cradled and gently supported her boobs in a strangely comfortable embrace. Down below, the panty she wore formed a wide triangle pulled taut across her front, the back-side pushed out far and away from her body with a dramatic curve. She grimaced a little as she looked at it more closely. Her butt, for all intents and purposes, was a booty. With that much junk in her trunk, she knew that Jilly Bean was probably the least worrisome of the nicknames she'd hear around school.
Overall, Jillian's appearance practically screamed "walk-of-shame." It was that typical morning-after, disheveled, bleary-eyed and tousled look she had seen on girls before. She was lucky it wasn't the morning-after. Aside from the inner battle her mind was waging upon itself, she agreed that Moose had been a total gentleman. He pushed, but he didn't push too far. Showed her a good time without getting too wild. Complimented her. Protected her. Made her feel good. She remembered the way he got nervous when he first picked her up. It was cute. It was a good thing for him to get lucky with a girl like her one night. He needed someone to set a standard for whom he should be dating. It was too bad she wouldn't be like this for long. She had to stop Zoe.
