Spring Break Surprise

She had her back to Brian as he approached and paused for one last weighing of the situation. The three guys were arrayed in front of and facing her, with drinks in their hands. The one in the middle was blabbing on about something, a smug look fixed on his face. Brian dubbed them Smug Talker, Shirt, and Hair in his head (the latter two because an expensive-looking shirt and a laboriously-styled hairdo were their most prominent features, respectively).

Not only were none of the three any match for Brian physically, they all had a soft, pampered, look to them. Brian was no bully and he wasn't hoping to fight anyone, but what he intended to do could lead to a fight if done to the wrong people. It was important to weigh the threat before proceeding. Having done so, he felt pretty sure these guys would play their part, and so he was ready to try his game. The only major uncertainty left in his mind was about how she would react.

Angling his large frame sideways, he covered about ten feet in a couple of strides, bringing him within range of his target swiftly. After pausing for a deep breath, he abruptly cut into the little group with his right shoulder, fairly bulling Shirt out of the way in the process. Next, he turned so his back was facing Smug Talker and slid right in between her and him. Then, he took a step backward, forcing S.T. back in much the same way as his friend. Looking over one shoulder, then the other, he saw that the men had, predictably, retreated a few steps rather than reacting aggressively. It was time for the moment of truth.

Looking directly at her, now just a couple of feet away and facing him, he announced loudly, "I've been looking all over for you! We have to get going or we're gonna be late!" His head turned so that only she could see his face, he flashed his best smile at her, hoping not to look crazy or creepy.

Caught off guard at first, she recovered rapidly. Those expressive eyes of hers, even more impressive up close than he had imagined, met his, projecting tentative understanding. Her mouth curled into a smile, which he took to mean she was game, at least for the moment.

Turning quickly to face the men again, he saw that the two he had bumped had spilled some of their drinks down the front of their shirts. Switching to the most menacing look he could muster, he glared at them while shouting in a fake friendly voice, "Sorry boys, hate to interrupt your conversation, but we gotta get going." Flashing the glare from one to another, he saw that they all looked bewildered and uninterested in challenging him. Then, grabbing her by the hand, he hurried off into the crowd with her in tow. He was relieved when he felt no resistance and she followed along quickly with him, holding his hand tightly. The first part of his plan had worked perfectly.

He continued for some time, until he was well out of sight of the douchebag trio. Having successfully liberated her from them, it was time to see if she would be any more interested in him than she had been in them. When they came to a bit of a clearing in the crowd, he stopped there, releasing her hand, and turned to face her. Thoroughly taking in all of her up close for the first time, it was his turn to be put off guard as he realized just how attractive she really was.

Hanging in thick, wavy locks, her hair came halfway down her back. Chestnut brown in color, it had body and shine like something from a shampoo commercial. Framed by that impressive mane, her face was well-proportioned and extremely feminine. A cute, little nose, lightly freckled across the bridge, sat above delicate, slightly pouty lips. Her skin was pale, but lightly tanned, and had a creamy hue that added to her natural elegance. Dominating the scene were those lively, expressive eyes, their emerald color apparent even in the dim light.

Only one feature kept her from looking airbrushed, magazine cover perfect -- her ears. Protruding through her hair on both sides, they were unusually prominent. Instead of detracting from her beauty, though, they gave her an elfin quality that Brian found appealing -- shades of Liv Tyler's Arwen.

He was mildly and pleasantly surprised. Distance hadn't played any tricks on his eyes and she was even prettier than he had imagined. It was when he looked down at the rest of her, though, viewing her figure for the first time, that he was dumbstruck. Standing about 5' 4", she was wearing a purple dress the style of which stood out as daring and sexy, even for a club like that one. More importantly, she had the body to do it justice.

From behind, as Brian had seen her while approaching, her dress had seemed unremarkable and almost conservative. It covered her entire back and shoulders with sleeves coming halfway to the elbows. The skirt was neither particularly short, ending at mid-thigh, nor was it form-fitting. Now that he was seeing it from the front, however, the dress gave a different impression entirely.

It was made of thin, silky material and the neckline plunged all the way to below her navel, where there was a fitted waistband before a transition to a flowing skirt. Not only was the bodice open all the way down the middle, but it hung in a loose and flowing way over her chest, rather than fitting snugly. This had the effect of leaving her breasts barely, tentatively concealed and not at all restrained or supported.

Brian's eyes were drawn to the strip of bare skin running from her neck to her belly button. Lightly freckled across the chest, her skin showed no other blemishes. The inner swells of her breasts, including the undercurves where the weight of soft, rounded flesh rested on her ribcage with just a hint of natural sag, hung plainly in view. The shapeliness of the full beauties scarcely concealed beneath the wisps of fabric on either side was readily apparent, despite the feeble attempt at coverage provided by the dress. In terms of size, his experienced eye figured them for a solid C cup. Prominent bumps where her nipples strained against the fabric suggested the absence of any coverage at all beneath the dress.

Below that, what could be seen of her midsection, recessed significantly from and contrasting with the protruding flesh above, was flat and toned with a subtle ridge running down the center toward her navel. Pierced by a diamond stud, her belly button was perched above a gentle, feminine swell that disappeared into her waistband, completing the stunning picture presented by her upper half.

Fixated on her midsection and chest, he almost missed her legs. They were impressive in their own right -- shapely and muscular without being bulky or overly defined. Their skin was smooth, unblemished, and lightly freckled like that on her upper body and they ended at cute, dainty feet with painted toenails encased in strappy sandals.

Brian was stunned and temporarily speechless. He had pegged her as attractive from across the building, but she had turned out to be pretty much intimidatingly so up close. Unused to feeling outclassed by a woman, he stood there for an awkwardly long time without saying anything. Though she continued to smile, the look on her face was beginning to change from hopeful to concerned.

When he regained his composure, he leaned over and spoke into her ear. "I'm sorry about that back there. You just looked like you needed to be saved from those frat boys." She smelled great -- a mixture of shampoo and perfume. Her hair brushed lightly across his nose, feeling as soft as he had imagined it would, the closeness to her triggering his senses and raising his heart rate.

She nodded affirmatively, then answered into his ear, "You're not wrong about them, but what makes you think I'm better off with you?" A challenging look accompanied her question.

Taking his turn again at her ear, he replied, "Oh, I'm not guaranteeing that you are, but you don't have to hang out with me. Say the word and I'll leave you alone. I just wanted to help you out and...to cheat them of your company." He grinned at her, then gave her his best matter-of-fact face before leaning in again and adding, "You're too good for them." That earned him a big smile.

With a thoughtful look on her face, biting her bottom lip pensively, she pivoted around, scoping out their surroundings. Brian watched and admired her, not sure what she was up to, but more than willing to be patient. He had gone over to her on a whim, without much concern about how it would play out, but now he was in with both feet and his interest had grown significantly. Following her lead was just fine with him.

He continued to be incredulous about how hot she looked, her eyes sparkling and her breasts moving freely about (partly inside her dress and partly not), responding to her every movement. He had briefly wondered if they were fake or braced by an elaborate tape scheme, given their nearly perfect shape and hang, despite receiving no help from the dress. Their continual wobbling, though, coupled with the obvious nipple pokies, made it fairly clear that they were natural and totally unsupported. When she stood on her tiptoes for a moment, trying to see over the crowd, the flex in her calf muscles drew his appreciation, too. Everything about this girl was turning him on. He wasn't sure what she was looking for, but he hoped she wouldn't take him up on his offer to go away.

Finally appearing to have found the object of her search, she turned back to him. Fixing his eyes with hers, she shouted, "What's your name?"

"Brian", he shouted in reply.

She leaned in close to him as though to speak. Taking her cue, he leaned down and presented his ear. She spoke right into it, her lips brushing his earlobe in the process, sending a tingle down his spine. "I'm Elizabeth....Libby". Then, she took his hand and it was her turn to lead him through the crowd toward some unknown target. He followed dutifully, enjoying the euphoric optimism that comes with having just met someone to whom you're strongly attracted.

Her intended destination turned out to be two available stools at the end of one of the bars, a rarity among the mostly standing crowd of patrons. Just before they reached the stools, though, one of them was snatched by a bleached blonde with sleeves of tattoos down both arms. She sized up Libby as she carried the stool away, casting a glare that mixed disdain and jealousy. Brian shrugged and put his hand out, offering the remaining stool to Libby.

She hopped up on the stool, her breasts bouncing gratuitously in the process. A brief, sheepish grin flashed across her face, indicating her recognition of how lewd that movement had appeared. Brian stood close to her and caught the attention of the bartender, who signaled that he would attend to them shortly.

Looking around, Brian realized what a good choice that area had been. It was quieter than any other place in the building he had yet seen. A partition wall leading to a restroom area nearby served as a noise dampener for the area. Some genuine conversation could even be possible there.

When the bartender came, they both ordered fresh drinks. Brian made a point of starting a tab on which both could be rung up, his budgetary concerns all of a sudden having faded into the background. After ordering, Libby turned to him. "So, what do you do when you're not gallantly rescuing ladies from boring conversations?" she asked, with a smile on her face and a playful tone.

That question cued a story trading session about their respective schools and backgrounds. It turned out they were from neighboring states in the Midwest. Libby was a business major at a southern university. Though she was a year younger than Brian, she was also set to graduate that spring. She had recently been accepted to a law school in Brian's home state for the following year, but hadn't yet decided whether she would attend the school or pursue other options. Brian had some familiarity with the school in question, the older brother of a close friend having gone there.

From there, the conversation moved to how each of them came to be alone at the club. Brian gave the Cliff's Notes version of his frustrations with his travel companions before listening to how she had arrived at the club with five other girls and had somehow (legitimately by accident, unlike Brian) become separated from them. She had gone upstairs to search the dance floor for them from above when Brian first noticed her. Calling and texting them had not yielded any reply. She felt sure they had left the club by then and was more than a little pissed that they had done so without her.

Brian enjoyed chatting with Libby, which came as something of a surprise to him. Experience had taught him not to expect too much substance from a girl with such an elite appearance, but she quickly turned that paradigm on its head. He took a liking to her bubbly, energetic persona right away. She was a talker, but in an outgoing and intelligent way, rather than an annoying one. It was soon hard for him to imagine her ever at a loss for words. Famously difficult to impress, he was nonetheless well on his way to being a huge Libby fan by the time they wrapped up the second topic of conversation.

However, if he needed a reminder not to get overly excited about her or the prospects for a lengthy liaison with her, another aspect of their conversation provided it. Frustrations with her friends notwithstanding, she was determined to head off in search of them shortly and she made sure he knew it. During the first few minutes of the conversation alone, she made multiple comments about intending to leave after that one drink and needing to reunite with "the girls." He had no doubt that finding them was genuinely important to her, but she was almost certainly using that to set a boundary for her interaction with him, as well.

While they talked, he managed to keep his eyes on her face, for the most part, but it wasn't easy. When she sat, her dress gapped open in the middle, putting even more of her chest on display than when she was standing. Then, as the conversation progressed, she leaned toward the bar, leaving fully half of her right breast hanging out. The combination of all that flesh bulging out from behind its cover and those nipples poking right through it made for quite a spectacle. Her breasts were pretty damned nice and they would have been better concealed if they had a dinner napkin draped over each of them. He couldn't get over the sheer lewdness of how shamelessly she was displaying herself in such a busy, public place. Those breasts had a stranglehold on his attention and he couldn't help but to steal a look in their direction from time to time.

As was probably inevitable, she eventually caught him looking at her chest. She looked away for a moment, focusing her attention on something in the distance while he was talking and he took advantage of the opportunity to get a better look at that halfway exposed breast. Beginning at her sternum, his eyes followed the substantial curve of pale flesh up to where it disappeared under the fabric of her top. Then, his gaze zeroed in on the spot, barely an inch beyond the edge of the fabric, where her nipple tented the garment.

Fascinated with both how perfect those nipples appeared to be (thick and erect, but not freakishly so) and the brazen way she was showing them off, he enjoyed the view a bit too thoroughly. With more of his concentration on her body parts than the conversation, he fumbled his words mid-sentence, which brought her attention back to him immediately. Caught flat-footed staring at her chest, he didn't even bother to finish the sentence. Instead, he simply owned his lechery, giving her a sheepish and knowing smile of admission.

Based on what he knew of her to that point, Brian didn't expect Libby to be annoyed about his leering. Even so, he was less than pleased with himself for being so clumsy. Playing the gentleman and treating women well was important to him, as was presenting a polished facade when making first impressions. He had stubbed his toe on both accounts and he bristled at the misstep.

For her part, Libby broke into an amused smile. Far from being upset, she appeared to enjoy his chagrined demeanor. Giggling through her words, she spoke in a sympathetic tone. "No worries, Brian. A girl doesn't dress like this if she doesn't want her boobs to be noticed."

"Well, you can rest assured that yours have been noticed," he admitted, teasingly, a wry grin creeping across his face.

Laughing, she matched his tone. "Mission accomplished, then," she joked, before assuming a more thoughtful demeanor. Gazing downward, she looked over her body as if to refamiliarize herself with the subject of the discussion. Though her right breast was still exposed almost to the nipple, she made no adjustments. When her eyes came back up to meet his, her mouth curled into a prideful grin. She seemed every bit as pleased with the view as he was. "Kinda hard to miss 'em, isn't it?" she asked, mostly rhetorically, followed by a cute, self-deprecating laugh.

He nodded agreement, raising his eyebrows and hiding behind his Superman smile, rather than risking another misstep by commenting.

"I came across this dress in a boutique down by the beach today and I had to give it a try," she continued, in a lively, explanatory manner. "I like edgy fashion, so long as it has a touch of class, and this little thing walks that line perfectly -- kinda stately in terms of style, but downright indecent in terms of coverage. It was about time that I came up with a fun outfit, too. My friends've been running rampant with their slutty clothes down here, annnd I'm pretty competitive -- to a fault, some might say -- so I gotta give 'em a little competition." Her grin took on a mischievous tint and the sparkle in her eyes seemed to intensify.

Brian chuckled. He thought he understood her and he liked her attitude, either way. "I like your take on fashion," he said, genuinely. "I'm a big fan of women who aren't bashful, but tastefulness matters, too. I think you've got a winning blend there." He nodded toward her dress. "It's a daring look, but still has plenty of class, though that may be more due to your qualities than those of the dress."

"Thanks," she replied, her tone more serious and subdued than before, her powerful eyes fixed on his. That prideful smile of hers returned during a moment of silence that he took to mean she appreciated what he had said, though it could just as easily have meant the opposite. "So, is that why you couldn't help but to bowl those poor boys over and steal me from them?" she asked, in a challenging but playful way. "You got one look at my dress and were so completely taken by my fashion sense that you just had to have me?"

There was an almost indiscernible edge behind her playfulness and sarcasm. That, along with her choice of words, left Brian feeling like his answer mattered more to her than the light-hearted nature of her banter suggested. He thought to craft a careful response before recognizing that, if his guess about her aim was correct, the simple truth was the perfect answer.

Screwing on his best matter-of-fact face, he explained how little of her he had been able to see prior to making his big entrance. She was skeptical at first, but his description of his view angle and the obstructions between them went a long way toward convincing her. As a final touch, he mentioned being at a loss for words when they first talked out in the crowd and admitted it was because he was thrown for a loop by his first complete look at her.

Convinced, but still confused, Libby asked him, "So, with a partial view from clear across the building, what was so damned compelling about me that you decided that crazyass pickup routine was a good idea?"