I feel kind of bad about this, but fuck it, had sex. (That starts at **** for those who skip ahead)
My friend Nancy has fallen on some hard times. Not the lost my job, can’t pay rent kind of hard times. No, Nancy went from being a pothead and weed dealer to dealing and doing harder substances. She’s lost some weight and word has kind of gotten around she’s the go-to for your poison of choice.
I won’t lie, I’d been trying to get in her pants since we met in high school. She was a curvy gal; 38 DDs, easily, and the body to go with them. Not fat, but enough meat on her bones to give you something to grab hold of. The closest I’d ever gotten was when she consented to show me some vids of her blowing her boyfriend. I’m here to tell you, Nancy has some serious skills.
So I’m sitting at work when my phone buzzes with a text from Nancy. It was a pic of her in red lingerie, tits spilling out of her too-small bra. She had thick, long hair that flowed around her shoulders. It was a dark auburn with streaks of red running through it. She’d lost some weight, and her color was a little off, but those legs still killed. Along with the picture was a message: “you busy after work tonight?”