Okay so, this is all very new to me but I thought it would be good to work on my writing skills before fall semester starts and share the story of the night I ate out my best friend.
My friend, Olivia and I both made it through high school without getting so much as a first kiss (at least from a man). We started at the same university thinking it would be just like the movies and we’d end up having sex every night and snorting ketamine on weekends by October.
Unfortunately, we made it to second semester having barely made new friends, and our v-cards still very much intact.
We’d gone out a couple times and drank a little too much and shared a few drunken kisses together, but there wasn’t any passion behind them, just curiosity and a tinge of loneliness. She’d grind her pretty bubble butt against me on the dance floor and we’d crash our lips together when boys might be watching but we didn’t accomplish much.
I’d made it known that I was bisexual and she had told me she also felt some attraction to women.
One night, her roommate was hosting a small hangout and Olivia invited me. I didn’t know her roommate’s friends so I clung to her. We shared a bottle of bottom shelf vodka; I especially had a lot since I was anxious about coming to this party with people I didn’t know. Thankfully I didn’t have to interact much with the strangers because by 11:30pm we’d retired to her room where I planned to stay the night.