Chapter 01: Emily and Jesse meet each other at a Vietnam War protest
A bunch of hippies and young people march down the street, hoisting signs that declare their position against the war, like "Make Love Not War" and "End the War Now." Among them, there is Jesse, who catches attention with his scruffy appearance, long hair, a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt, and a pair of well-worn Levi's.
Right next to him is Emily, a gorgeous young woman with a pretty face and a delicate, slightly upturned nose. Her full lips are adorned with red lipstick, creating a striking contrast against her sun-kissed skin. Emily has deep brown, almond-shaped eyes standing out with elongated and curved eyelashes. And her thick brown hair falls down her back in long, wavy locks.
Emily's got a smoking body, with big boobs, and curves that could make anyone twist their neck to double-check them. She's quite tall, and her platform sandals make her legs look amazing. The light blue sundress she's wearing fits her casually but perfectly, with a low-cut neckline that teases a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. With those sandals on, she stands out even more among the crowd without even making an effort.
Jesse is literally glued to Emily's jaw-dropping cleavage like he's never seen boobs before. He's totally obsessed with her stunning looks and the way she rocks her confidence like it's no big deal. It's like he's straight-up bewitched by her.
They somehow end up next to each other at the protest, and Emily peeps his messy, curly hair that's just touchin' his shoulders. She catches him basically drooling over her boobs, but she's not even mad. She thinks it's kinda cute and innocent like he's all lost in her cleavage but still has this adorable charm about him.
While spreading a bright and confident grin across her face, she turns to him teasingly, "Hey there honey, you seem a bit lost in your thoughts. Are you ok?" Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she catches him off guard, making him blush instantly and directing his eyes from her breasts to her eyes.
Jesse, evidently confused, stammers out an apology while trying to act like nothing happened. "S-sorry, I... uh, just distracted by the protest signs or something," he mumbles, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes are shifting back and forth, not looking at Emily as he is struggling to regain control of himself.
Jesse, trying to smooth things over, starts a chat to cover up the awkward vibe. "So, uh, are you new here? Never seen you at these protests before," he asks, hoping to shift the focus away from his little slip-up.
Emily, all smiles, replies, "Yeah, you got it right. I was outta town for, like, a year and just got back. But actually, it's my first time at these protests."
Jesse flashes a smirk. "I can tell. You look too good to be a real protester."
Emily raises an eyebrow, taken aback by his comment. "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean!?"
He laughs, trying to lighten the mood. "Chill out, I'm just messing with you. I'm Jesse, by the way."
Her smile comes back. "Nice to meet you, Jesse. I'm Emily." They shake hands and join the protest, chanting and holding up their signs.
As they walk, Emily checks out Jesse's sign. "Oh my god, I love your sign, it's so freaking creative!"
He grins, proud of himself. "Thanks, I made it myself. Yours is awesome too, it totally gets the message across."
She giggles, admitting, "I actually borrowed it from my roommate. She's really into this stuff."
Jesse, clearly intrigued by Emily's confident behavior, asks her more about herself. "So, Emily, what do you do? You seem like a total badass."
Emily's eyes light up as she responds enthusiastically, "I'm a journalist in training, ya know? I write about local issues and stuff that really matters. I believe in the power of the press to call out bullshit and keep people in check."
Jesse looks impressed but also a bit intimidated. "Damn, that's awesome! I could never do something like that. You must have some incredible stories."
She flashes a confident smile and raises an eyebrow. "I do have some pretty cool articles, thanks. So, what is it that you do, Jesse, when you're not busy checking out my boobs?"
He blushes and stammers a bit. "Uh, well, I'm a guitar teacher. I teach kids how to rock and roll, I guess."
Emily's excitement takes over. "Oh my god, that's actually really cool! I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. You should totally teach me sometime."
Jesse grins, looking relieved to have something to offer. "Yeah, sure! I can teach you some chords and we can jam together."
Emily agrees, still in control of the situation. "Perfect. It's a date... well, not a date, but you know what I mean.
Emily's gaze shifts to the cops, who seem to be getting agitated. "Looks like these blue pigs wanna start some shit." She confidently struts towards the officers, while Jesse trembles in fear.
"Emily, wait, please don't! It's too dangerous!" Jesse whimpers, but Emily's fearlessness doesn't waver.
"Screw safety when our rights are on the line!" she declares, staring down the police. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
A gruff officer responds, "You're obstructing traffic and causing a disturbance. You need to disperse immediately."
Emily stands her ground, arms crossed. "We have a right to protest peacefully, and we're not backing down."
Meanwhile, Jesse cowered behind her, clutching his sign like a shield and practically shaking in his boots.
"Um, Emily? Maybe we should just... go?" he stammers, but Emily's not having it.
The officer's aggression escalates. "You're all under arrest!"
Emily retorts defiantly, "You can't arrest us for exercising our rights, you fucking pigs! We ain't doing shit wrong! You're the ones harassing peaceful protesters!"
The officer's face turns beet red, veins bulging in his neck as he screams back, "I said disperse, or we'll use force! This is your last warning!"
Emily, chest heaving and eyes blazing, boldly retorts, "Oh, you think you're tough with your guns and badges? Why don't you shove those guns up your own asses and see how tough you really are!"
The officers tense up, hands resting on their holsters as they prepare for a potential clash.
Meanwhile, Jesse is a trembling mess, his sign shaking in his hands as he tries to hide behind Emily. Sweat trickles down his forehead, and his voice quivers as he pleads, "P-please, Emily, let's just go. We don't wanna get shot or beaten up..."
Emily boldly steps up to the cops, getting all up in their faces without even a shred of fear. Meanwhile, Jesse is totally chickening out, hanging way back and trying to blend in with the crowd.
As Emily gets super close to the officers, she suddenly hears someone call her "Melons." This was her nickname back in high school, thanks to her always-impressive bust size. She whips her head around and asks, "Who the fuck is that?"
The captain of the troop steps forward, and Emily squints at him. He grins and says, "Emily, is that really you? It's me, Kenny. Your senior from high school."
Emily's eyes grow super wide when she realizes it's Kenny standing in front of her, and a totally surprised but genuinely friendly smile takes over her face. She can't believe her eyes, "No freakin' way, Kenny! Is that really you? I haven't seen your ass since Alysson's party, like ages ago!" She flashes a shy but sexy grin like she's low-key remembering the dirty details of that night and all the fun they had together.
Kenny's face lights up too, looking all nostalgic and shit. A grin spreads across his face as he responds, "Damn, Melons, you're right! That was, what, six years ago? We did have some fun that night, didn't we?" He chuckles, and the vibe starts to change as the tension in the air begins to dissipate. Everyone around them is feeling a bit more relaxed, and the situation is slowly starting to de-escalate.
Emily giggles and shakes her head, "No way, Kenny! You're a cop now? That's freakin' wild, man!" She playfully punches his arm, totally forgetting she was about to go all out on his ass.
Kenny grins, puffing up his chest all proud and shit. "Yeah, not just a cop, I'm the captain now," he brags.
Emily's eyes go wide, and she can't help but smile hella big. "Damn, Kenny! Captain? That's fucking awesome, congrats!" It's like she straight-up forgot she was telling them to fuck off just half a minute ago.
Kenny, all smiles, tells her, "You know what, Emily? I'm ordering my troop to back off. No need for any trouble here." He checks out her boobs and smirks, "Besides, I always knew your 'melons' would get you out of trouble someday."
Emily laughs and rolls her eyes but thanks him anyway. "Haha, you idiot! Thanks, Kenny. I appreciate it."
Emily struts back to the protesters like a total boss, leaving the cops in her dust and making it look like she single-handedly chased 'em away. The crowd parts for her, looking at her with amazement and respect. She makes her way back to Jesse, who's just standing there, jaw dropped and looking hella weak.
Jesse's eyes are practically bugging out of his head as he gawks at Emily, totally in awe. "Oh my god, Emily! I can't believe you just, like, stood up to those cops like that! You're so freaking amazing!"
Emily smirks, looking super confident and cool as hell. "Yeah, well, it's just part of the job, Jesse. I'm a journalist, and standing up for the truth is basically my thing. No big deal." She brushes it off like it was nothing, but you can tell she's loving the attention and totally owning the situation.
Jesse chuckles nervously, still looking all shaken up and stuff. "Yeah, I'm not really good with authority figures, you know? But you? Again, you were fucking amazing, Emily," he said, his eyes wide with admiration.
Emily feels a little thrill run through her as she notices Jesse's innocent, submissive side. It was kinda hot, and she couldn't deny it. She giggles and says, "It's okay, Jesse. You don't have to be tough all the time. I kind of like it that you're... sensitive."
Jesse stays all shy and stuff after Emily's response, feeling like he should've been the brave one, not her. But deep down, he feels so relieved that a smokin' hot girl like Emily didn't give a damn about his lack of "badassery". He smiled awkwardly, realizing he maybe could just be himself around her and still everything would be fine.
Emily takes charge, not giving Jesse a chance to say jack shit. Her voice drips with confidence as she says, "I gotta confess something to you, Jesse. I've been dying to kiss you since we first met."
Jesse's eyes went wide, totally caught off guard. All he could manage was a weak "Really?" His heart started racing, feeling all flustered from her bold move.
Emily nods, staring at his lips. "Hell yeah," she whispers, leaning in closer. She can feel his shaky breaths against her face, and it only turns her on more.
Without warning, Emily presses her lips against Jesse's, catching him off guard with a quick but passionate kiss. She kisses him hard, making him feel her confident and powerful energy. As she pulls away, Emily smirks, loving the look of shock and desire on Jesse's face.
Emily gazes into Jesse's eyes as she pulls away from the kiss, her voice sounding confident and seductive. "I hope you don't mind, Jesse. I just couldn't resist doing that for another second!"
Jesse, still in shock but with a growing grin on his face, replies, "No, I don't mind at all. I'm actually really glad you did that."
Their eyes light up with mutual attraction as they share smiles. Emily then says, "I gotta go meet a... friend, but I totally want to see you again." She leaves it mysterious, not mentioning if this friend is a guy or a girl, keeping Jesse guessing.
With an expression of having everything under control, Emily reaches into her purse and pulls out a small piece of paper with her number on it. She hands it to Jesse, looking directly into his eyes once again, making sure their fingers touch in the process, sending another rush of adrenaline through his body. "Call me. I'm gonna be waiting."
As they part ways, Emily feels a thrilling new sensation bubbling up inside her. She is totally digging Jesse's passive vibe, which is a huge change from the alpha jerks she usually goes for. This fresh, exciting dynamic has her all curious and craving more, eager to explore what could happen next between them.
Chapter 02: The First Date
Sitting in his small and messy apartment decorated with lava lamps and Hendrix posters spread across all the walls, Jesse is a total nervous wreck, playing with the rotary phone cord like it's some kind of life-or-death decision. He finally gets the courage necessary to dial Emily's number.
"Hello?" Her voice is sugary sweet, and Jesse can practically hear her smirking on the other end of the phone.
"H-hey Emily, it's Jesse," he stutters, sounding like a total dweeb.
"Oh, hey Jesse! I wasn't sure you'd actually call," she teases, leaving Jesse to wonder if she doubts his interest or courage.
"W-well, I am calling," he says, trying to keep his cool. "How are you?"
"I'm groovy, babe! What's up with you?" Emily purrs, making Jesse blush.
"Yeah, yeah.. me too! Um, I'm wondering if maybe you're free this weekend. Maybe we could, like, hang out or something...maybe?" Jesse asks, his voice shaking like a leaf.
"Ooh, I'd love that! What'd you have in mind?" Emily can tell she's in control, but she doesn't mind one bit.
"I-I was thinking maybe a concert?" Jesse suggests weakly, knowing he isn't great at making decisions.
"Eh, that's cute, but I was thinking we could go to the drive-in and watch 'Hello, Dolly!'" Emily says, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Oh, sure! I didn't know you liked musicals," Jesse says, surprised but willing to go along with her plan.
Emily giggles. "Yeah, I love them! And there's something so magical about watching a movie under the stars, with those far-out car speakers and a cooler full of soda pop."
Jesse hesitates before admitting, "That sounds amazing, but actually, um.. I don't have a car..."
"No biggie! We can take mine," Emily says, taking charge without missing a beat. "My Ford Galaxie will do just fine."
"Are you sure? I don't wanna be a burden," Jesse asks, feeling like a total wimp.
"Not at all! I'll pick you up at 7, what do you think?" Emily says, her confidence unshakeable. "Wear your grooviest shirt!"
"Awesome, I can't wait! Thanks, Emily," Jesse says, genuinely excited.
"Me neither, Jesse. See you then." Emily says confidently, twirling a lock of her long, flowing hair around her finger. She hangs up the phone, leaving Jesse feeling both thrilled and anxious about their upcoming drive-in date, all while surrounded by the groovy tunes of his record player spinning the latest Beatles album.
Saturday at seven o'clock, Emily cruises down the street in her brand new 1968 Ford Galaxie convertible, looking like a groovy goddess in her white go-go boots, high-waisted blue jeans, and light brown suede jacket with a basic white top. Jesse awaits her outside of his apartment building, dressed in a black turtleneck, brown corduroy pants, and a denim jacket adorned with a couple of tiny peace signs. He appears a bit anxious but also excited about the idea of spending the night with a hot and interesting girl like Emily.
As Emily pulls up, she honks the horn, and Jesse hurries over to the car. Without hesitation, Emily leans over and greets him with a passionate kiss, catching Jesse off guard. "Hey there, Jesse. You ready for a far-out night?" Jesse, still in shock but pleasantly surprised, returns her smile. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for picking me up, Emily."
Emily laughs, her long hair flowing in the breeze. "No problem, sweetheart. My parents gifted me this sweet ride, so I gotta flaunt it, you know? Haha." Jesse is impressed. "Wow, this is one snazzy set of wheels. You're lucky to have it." Emily smiles and says, "Thanks, I know. Hop in, let's boogie."
Emily confidently steers her cherry red 1968 Ford Galaxie convertible while Jesse sneaks a glance at her outfit, checking her out. Emily catches him looking and playfully says, "Hey, are you gonna be staring at my boobs every date, drooling boy? Haha. I might need to invest in a bib for you or something!" She giggles out loud, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Jesse blushes and stammers out an apology, looking embarrassed. After some seconds of silence while Jesse thought about how to answer properly, Emily, still grinning, asks, "So, do you dig it?" Jesse hesitates, looking uncomfortable, but eventually admits in a low tone, "Well, yeah, your boobs look fantastic."
Emily throws her head back and laughs out loud, slapping the steering wheel. "Oh my god, Jesse! I meant the outfit, not my BOOBS!!" Jesse's face turns a deeper shade of red, but he can't help but chuckle along with her. "I'm sorry," says Jesse, still red.
She smirks and says, "You know, every girl is used to men staring. But what really sucks is when they think they can say something gross about it too."
Jesse quickly responds, "I would never do that, Emily. You deserve so much better than that."
Emily flashes him a confident smile and says, "I know you wouldn't. And that's why I like you, Jesse. You're different from other guys. You're not just some gross dude trying to get in my pants."
She fiddles with the retro radio, finding a classic 60s tune to jam out to. As they drive past a group of boys catcalling a girl on the sidewalk, Emily rolls her eyes and mutters, "See, that's exactly what I'm talking about. It's like, hello, we're not objects for you to ogle at."
Jesse nods in agreement, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's not cool at all."
Emily confidently steers the car down the road, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I mean, let's be real, I've dated my fair share of hot jocks and popular quarterbacks since high school. But after a while, it just gets old being treated like arm candy, you know? They might have the muscles and the status, but they don't know how to treat a girl right. That's the true!" She glances over at Jesse, who's listening intently.