Last year, I was in a pretty good spot relationship-wise. I had been dating Chelsea for a few months and we were transitioning towards something serious. While she wasn’t the most social girl in the world, she had an absolute killer body and was nice. She was petite – perky B cup tits, skinny, tan, a big butt, and a phenomenally tight pussy.
We were (and still are) in our mid-twenties in a big city. Our typical nights consisted of going out, having too much to drink at bars, drunkenly having sex, and nursing our hangovers in the morning.
Most of these mornings, Chelsea would absent-mindedly reach around a table next to her bed for her iPhone and start facetiming her friends to commiserate about their need for brunch. One such friend was Liz. For the first few weeks of our relationship, I had never actually met this loud friend who would scream into Chelsea’s phone. Rather, I would just throw my head under two pillows to avoid the sound.