The next morning, Jezebel woke up with her on her mind. “Her” being Fancy. She lay there in her bed for a while, thinking about all she has been through. Jezebel Jones was always an outgoing, sociable woman. That’s why she loved her job as a bartender.
However, with those assets came shortcomings. Wherever she went with friends, she was the “hot chick” automatically. Eventually, throughout her life, she would learn the hard way that people can be treacherous and evil.
It all started for her in high school. Jezebel had an experience in high school that was not like most girls. Jezebel was outgoing, sweet, and had the boys going crazy. Jezebel had almost no female friends in high school. She felt they were too bitchy and cliquey.
Her friends were almost all guys. She gave girl advice to some of them. She hung out with them like one of the guys. She was a football fan, played video games, and came to appreciate cars.
“You’re like a guy’s dream girl!” One of her best friends (and exes) had said. His name was Johnny. She smiled at the thought of that. He was sweet. He was soft spoken. She always knew Johnny had a crush on her. She thought it was kind of cute. Jezebel liked Johnny. However, as they were in the middle of their high school romance, Jezebel saw something that would change her life.
Jezebel was also part of the Flags in high school marching band. She was the shortest one of the bunch in a group of taller, curvaceous women carrying flags. One day, in practice, Jezebel was changing rather hurriedly. When she finished, she began to walk out of the changing room. She looked back.
There she was, in the middle of changing. Her name was Destiny Davis, or as her guy friends called her “Double D”, for obvious reasons. Destiny’s back was to her. She couldn’t stop staring as she was in her black bra and red panties. To Jezebel, her skin was so pretty.
She changed into a white shirt and blue shorts, showing off those long dark ebony legs. She turned and walked away, conflicted. Jezebel always thought she was pretty, but not like this. She had a boyfriend, Johnny. She questioned herself then at that moment:
“Do I like girls?”
In practice, she couldn’t stop staring or thinking about Destiny Davis. One, she caught herself looking at her breasts. She suddenly knew why her friends liked her so much, but there was an extra bit of attraction that she couldn’t put her finger on. She then questioned herself again:
“Do I have a crush on a girl?”
The questions in her head kept going. Was she bisexual? Was she just curious? Johnny and Jezebel kept dating.
“Yo, there’s going to be a killer party over at Rico’s place this weekend, and he’s DJ’ing? Babe, you got to come,” Johnny said to her. Rico was an aspiring DJ in Jezebel’s circle of guy friends.
“Of course, I’m there. Who going to be there?” Jezebel said.
“Oh, you know, Reggie, the quarterback, uh… Travis, the wide receiver, hell, the whole damn football team, the twins, Landon and London… Double D…”
They got interrupted by London King, one of the most popular girls in the school. She was also in band, as secretary. Jezebel noticed that guys flocked to her also. Jezebel saw right through London as a pretentious kind of girl.
“So, I‘m guessing you’re coming to the party?” London said.
“Yup,” Johnny said. Jezebel nodded.
“Johnny, you and Jezebel make a cute couple. See you at the party,” London started, then whispered in Jezebel’s ear: “I heard what happened in the changing room. We don’t play that shit. You know the origins of the name Jezebel? Now I know why guys like you so much.”
London sashayed away, as Jezebel glared at her.
That weekend was the party. Jezebel knew Destiny was going to be there. She felt bad thinking about her when she had a boyfriend. She kept it not too formal as far as attire went.
Her top hugged her breasts, showing her cleavage nicely. Her tight jeans showed off her hips and her tight toned butt. She looked at herself in the mirror, checking herself out with the same questions running through her head. She heard a honk outside. Johnny picked her up in his slightly used Toyota Corolla.