Friday nights were never my strong suit, honestly. I was always tired from the work week and never could bring myself to hit the town hard. This particular Friday night wasn’t much different – I had a beer with a coworker and then went home. I was in the process of brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed.
Alaina was texting me. This in itself was not unusual, we had been close friends for a while at this point. I had been harboring a crush on her for most of that time, as well.
Me, and pretty much every other guy who ever met her. She was 22, tall with a toned, athletic body from years of playing every sport under the sun; her breasts were tiny, small enough that she frequently wouldn’t even wear a bra in public (although I like them like that) but she brought some glorious curves through her hips. She had flowing golden hair that framed her infectious smile and a personality like sunshine. Bubbly and vivacious, she would hug strangers hello and dance the night away with anyone and everyone.