We already knew each other from a few parties back, and she was the coolest. Blonde, about 5’1, had her nose and navel pierced, and smoked the meanest blunts this side of Colombia. K was chill af and she knew it, and didn’t make how much she liked me a secret. The feeling was definitely mutual.
Another night, another party. I had my own flask (cause I can’t stand beer) and K was there, white beanie, tight grey shorts, AC/DC shirt. In a word, hot. When she took a swig from my flask, I knew she was serious. Before we knew it, we were getting high, and started making out in the hallway. We went in the bathroom and K pinned me against the wall, lifted my shirt up and started kissing my chest. The way she pursed her lips around a blunt, I expected her head game to be strong, and she did not disappoint. It was so good, I didn’t even want to move so I just played with her hair.