Two girls overheard

In the food court at the mall.

I was drinking coffee, eating an iced sugar cookie.

Overheard two young women (girls?) talking.

At first it was mostly noise.
I wasn't paying attention.
Then one with a voice like an ex-cheerleader.
(Sort of gravelly, way too much yelling for too many years.)
Said something about the guy she was with the night before.

This is what I heard her say - - -

"Yah, captain of the football team.
Works out all the fucking time.
Broad, I mean really, really broad, in the shoulders.
Narrow at the waist.
Wears his shirt open to the waist.
Great abs.
Great tight ass.
The perfect package.
And so, I figured, a body like that, a dream date.
And what a package to open.
I couldn't wait to get him to my place.
You know, after the movie."

"And then.
At the door, a sloppy wet kiss.
Tongue all over the place.
Nose to chin.
A real yuck."

At that the other girl (soft, silky voice) reacted,
"Yew! Can't stand that.
A guy should know how to really kiss a girl.
If he wants in the door. And more."

Gravelly voice,
"You got that right.
But I figured, a great body like his.
Take the chance.
So we went in.
The first thing he does is.
Push one hand down the back of my pants.
Tried to put a finger up my butt.
And shoved the other one up under my sweater and grabbed my bra.
Not my boob, mind you, my bra.
And actually licked my ear.
Sloppy and wet all over my ear.
Nearly gave him my knee in his balls."

Silky and soft,
"I would have.
My body is mine.
A guy does it right or doesn't get to do it at all.
I'm, well, you know, my body, not some sort of sex toy play thing.
For some sloppy floppy kisser to grab and grope."

Again, gravelly,
"I just couldn't believe that a guy with a body like his.
Knew nothing about how to do what I actually wanted him to do.
In the way it should be done.
You know, with skill. Tact. Style. Grace, even.
But nooooo.
I tried to get things, sort of, turned around.
Pulled his hand from under my sweater.
Kissed him the way it should be done.
No slobber. No tongue licking all over my face.
You know, the right way.
First kinda soft, gentle like.
Then with a bit more passion.
Tongue only when it's time.
And what did he do?
Undid his pants so that they fell to the floor.
And pushed down his boxers.
While using his other hand to push my pants down.

Softly said,
"About then, it would have been.
A knee as hard as I could.
Then stepped back.
And followed the knee.
With a kick that would have made fathering children a serious issue for him."

And graveling answered,
(Laughing.)
"I would have.
But as I pushed him back.
I got a look at what he had down there.
Let's say; way too many steroids building that body.
And you know what too many 'roids do? Don't  you?.
You ever heard the term "pencil dick"?
Well, he had the stubbiest little pencil dick I've ever seen.
Complete with raisins for balls."

She paused, maybe taking a sip of coffee?

"You know, I baby sit for the little kid down the block.
He is bigger at ten.
Than "buff body boy" at nineteen."

Another short pause.  Another coffee sip?

That's when I lost it.
I started to laugh.
I gasped. I choked. Tears ran down my face.
Hell, I laughed so hard.
That pee ran down my legs.
I fell to my knees.
Where I had an even closer look at what he had.
Or more accurately, didn't have.
And laughed even harder.
The thought was running though my mind,
'He made me wet my pants.'
And that caused me to calm down just enough.
That I managed to say something iike.
'Pull up your pants, take that wee wee willy, and get out of here.'

He left.

I closed the door.
Went to my room.
Wiped the tears off my face.
Took off my pants and thong (bought just for him).
Rinsed them out.
(I washed them this morning.)
And, you know, since I was half naked.
I stripped off my sweater and bra.
(I bought that bra just for him.
Wanted to be extra sexy.)
And thought,
Since I'm bare ass,
Why not?
Got out my vibrator.
Laid back on my bed.
And took care of myself.

Softly answered.
A buff body is not always a sign.
Of a package worth opening.
Or playing with.

I took the last bite of my cookie.
A last sip of coffee.
Stood up.
And turned to leave.

One last thing I over heard.

"You don't think he heard any of that do you?"

"What if he did.
Who is he going to tell?
That will believe him."