Sunday was a really significant day to this story. Or was it Saturday? I guess it was Saturday.However, it was the day after the party and I’d woken up a little past noon to someone banging on the door, and my head banging in sync.
I groggily rolled off the mattress and went to get the door before whoever was there made my head explode.
Maria all but shoved me aside, coming into the room, out of breath from all the knocking or something. Her full boobs heaved under a semi transparent black tank top, over which she wore a black leather jacket. Her sunglasses doing little to conceal the evidence of the hangover she must have had to endure that morning before leaving her house. She took them off.
“We need to talk.”
“Sure we do.” I replied, rolling my eyes and turning to the kitchen to get drinking water.She followed me. “I’m serious!” She was fighting back tears but I didn’t notice at that point. All I could see was a dark, sexy thing standing in my kitchen, hair impossibility more dreaded than I thought could be. She was such a sight. And I’d zoned out instead of listening.
“… And I’m really, really sorry for just falling asleep that time. I just… It wasn’t you… I —” “Wasn’t me?! Why would it be me?!”
“Could you be quiet Mel?!” She yapped at me. “I’m trying to apologise here!”
I stepped towards her and looked in those dark eyes. “Look, there’s nothing to apologise for. It was a party, we were both wasted. Blame the high.” Then I walked past her back into the room.
“I’m never smoking weed again.” She muttered, following me out of the kitchen as I pulled a shirt over my lean self.
“Cool.” I replied. “Hey Maria.”
“Yeah?” She replied, perking up like she was really eager for conversation.
“Well, now that you’re here, and we’re talking, and you’ve definitely read Abi’s texts, —”
“Well, she said I was not even fine RIGHT NOW.”
“And you can miraculously remember this?”’
“Pretty much, yeah.” I replied, starting to pace, since she’d sat down, placing one denim covered calf over “So, that’s quite a weird statement, don’t you think?”
“Well, the part where she said ‘right now’ like… What does she mean? Like, maybe when I’m 35, then I can get with chicks but I’m currently hopeless?”
She laughed for like a whole minute till even I started to find it funny and actually joined her, laughing.
“I don’t know what I should be doing right now, should I analyse your facial structure so we can determine how attractive you currently are?”
“Haha. Right. Please, do not analyze my face, thank you.”
“Good. You could work out though,” she said, eyeing me up and down, “get dress better, maybe change your haircut—”
“I’m not changing my haircut.”“Okay, sorry sir, I like it sef.”
“And that workout thing sef.”
“Don’t worry about that.” She said, with an evil smirk. “Jenny will.”
” Who’s Jenny?”
That was a question I’m glad I asked because after we chatted for hours and eaten noodles which she insisted she made, she made arrangements for me to meet with Jennifer, and subsequently, other of her friends who all had one thing in common —
They were all drop dead gorgeous.
I don’t even know how to describe them in writing without making them seem like goddesses or sounding over-poetic.
However, they were among the hottest girls in the whole school and knowing them gave me one of the most pleasant adventures any guy could ever want.
Maybe pretty girls have some kind of attractive force that draws them to one another, enabling them to create friend circles containing only equally or near-equally pretty chicks.
This was no understatement when I met Jenny, who was as pretty as she was peculiar. With her brown hair shaved low on the left side of her head, three piercings on each ear and a nose ring, one couldn’t argue the fact that she was determined to be wild. She was also the only girl I ever met who proved that to boys could be sexy. Since she loved sports and worked out daily, there wasn’t a single ounce of fat in her body, — everything being pulled tight into a well sculpted into a pure epitome of fitness model material. Which then made me wonder how she still managed to have a huge ass and tits almost the same size as Maria. The very ass that always motivated me to go working out with her daily.
No kidding, she was a really cool coach, getting me in shape in just a few weeks — for a price of course. Price being the fact that she was such a merciless tease, almost more than Abigail was at the time.Since I could endure less of the strain than she did, I needed to rest and catch my breath more often than she did. That was the time when she’d decide was best for her to do stretches here and there, displaying curves and voluptuousness, her ass threatening to rip through her yoga pants or booty shorts or whatever skimpy excuse for clothing she used to cover herself. Then when we started to jog again, she’d be a few feet in front of me just so I could watch her ass bounce nonstop.It was a great price alright… But one I was happy to pay.
Since I could endure less of the strain than she did, I needed to rest and catch my breath more often than she did. That was the time when she’d decide was best for her to do stretches here and there, displaying curves and voluptuousness, her ass threatening to rip through her yoga pants or booty shorts or whatever skimpy excuse for clothing she used to cover herself.
Then when we started to jog again, she’d be a few feet in front of me just so I could watch her ass bounce nonstop.
It was a great price alright… But one I was happy to pay.
Written and Composed by Xtremm