It was a friendly game of strip poker that turned into stripping more than poker and eventually more poking once the stripping ended. That’s how the chips fells.
My ex’s sister, let’s call her Fran, and her friend Lucy had invited James and I over to their place to smoke and swim; a weekend tradition for this particular summer. “Front door’s unlocked” read their text; a tree emoji was our response.
It was 10AM.
Quick background on Fran: known her for years; consoled her through her first breakup; she fed me ecstasy for the first time. Lucy’s was her shadow, not in a puppy-follow kind of way; they were (and still are) inseparable good friends.
We swam, smoked, and joked until a cold summer breeze and hunger forced us inside. With all of us too lazy to go out, we ordered take-out and puzzled over what to do for the next 45 minutes.