Note: I kept going back and forth on which of my top 5 experiences to write next. Since I started with a rough one, I figured I would dial it back a little.
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My best friend Zoe never made any new friends usually, but this time she had. Her name was Janie. She was 8 years older than us, super positive and giddy (unlike the pessamistic cynical bastards Zoe and I had become), and very cute.
I walked into Zoe’s place and there on the couch was a well figured woman. I immediately clocked her as older, but not by much. She had straight brown hair with some blonde highlighted in them, dark bue eyes peeking behind cherry red rimmed glasses, and very nice thighs.
She was wearing a tanktop and a sports bra, but you couls see that the bra was barely holding it together. I’m usually a small tits kind of guy, but I wasn’t hating what I was seeing.
“Hey, I’m Zee.”
She shook my hand and had a small half smile. She introduced herself, curling her words off of her tongue and through her thick lips.
“Janie.”