(part I)
On the eve of my 21st birthday, back in 2019, I went out to celebrate with my friends. Shortly after midnight, we all got in line at a bar, where I dramatically flashed my ID (and received a short but sweet “happy birthday” from the bouncer). I hadn’t ever been to a bar or a club, so I took in the sights and sounds, and people-watched while my best friend bought me a blowjob (the beverage, don’t be gross). On my first look-around, I made eye contact with an incredibly tall man seated at the corner of a booth with a group of friends. I squirmed a bit: I felt like my outfit had been painted on, with my skintight black jeans, and a tight gray top with a deep see that showed most of my lace-covered tits. I squirmed, but maintained eye contact. This guy was so hot, and also looked so familiar, but I couldn’t place him at the time.