My girlfriend Anya and I are out in the local night club after a long session of drinks with all my friends, dancing to each song like it’s the best we’ve ever heard. It’s been a hard slog through third year. It’s as bittersweet an end to this part of our lives as it is sudden. Something different is in the air. A desperation to cling to youth or lack of responsibility or… well. Who knows?
Neither of us are really drunk, just the right level. The twilight zone. My mates are out in full force to varying degrees of intoxication, showing off varying degrees of bad dancing. Anya says she wants a drink and paces to the bar. “Meet me there,” she whispers into my ear, biting it a little with a cheeky smile. Her hand lingers on my chest, then draws away. I grin back- how could I not when my girlfriend is so seductive? She has that figure every girl wants these days- big round hips with a round ass and gorgeous D cups. It doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing a tight, shiny little bodycon and a red bandeau; I’ve been fighting guys trying to hit on her all night and it’ll soon be time to claim my reward. Still, with a body like that I can’t help but feel greedy keeping her all to myself.