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I knew before taking the bong hit that it was a mistake. We had all been drinking for hours and this was going to give me the dizzies. My girlfriend knew better and skipped her turn. When it did hit me, she helped me to my room and bed and then got me some water from downstairs.
When she returned, I was on my side facing away from the door and could only see her shadow. Her hand ran up my back and she gently massaged my hair. Allie whispered “you don’t mind if I stay up, do you?”
Jen and I had been together for three years in what our friends described as a picture perfect relationship. We had good vanilla sex, and she was a bit demanding in bed. She was also more vocal than I was. Jen was a tall, naturally skinny 24 year old. She had brown hair with blonde highlights and one of those beautiful Swedish and Norwegian looks, with high cheekbones and and soft white skin.
It was rare when Jen dressed up, she was a t-shirt and jeans type girl. The light blue skinny t-shirt she wore that night was one of the really short sleeve ones, she didn’t really ever wear it out because it was a little short on her, so when she leaned forward or back, you could see the slightest bit of her flat tummy. I may have been the only person who knew about her belly ring.
Her low cut white top was almost see-through, she must have had some strapless bra because you could see her perfectly tanned collarbone and as far as the eye could see. That shirt was ridiculous on her. Megan was a tall, blue eyed, dirty blonde millennial standing about five foot eight and knew how to flaunt her natural Ds and blue eyes. She spent an hour in the gym each morning, so while she wasn’t ripped, she was toned. A tanning salon patron with a few black tattoos running up her side and on her legs, she was smoking hot. When the sun hit her arms, it looked like a suntan lotion commercial where the tiny blonde hairs on her arms glistened against the sand.
Megan and I knew each other from work. I was her boss for two years at small car dealership. It was a small operation and not what many people think of that type of company. We weren’t a sleazy bunch and had a good reputation in town. I had just gotten over being left by my college sweetheart after six years. Megan and I weren’t really friends, as my girlfriend Jen was outwardly unhappy with any exchanges Megan and I would have at our frequent enough encounters at one of the very few places in town to have a few drinks.