“Tommy, bro how’s it?”
“Uhh, Good. True shit, I thought. Anal porn Tom, you fucker. “Tommy, bro how’s it?”
“Uhh, Good. “Drive to the lot down there.” She commanded. My phone had texts from Greg, just saying yo and shit. Can you give us a ride?”
Never shunning my boy Dave, “Sure. That laugh and smile got me every time. Don’t mess this up Tom. “Oh, uh, sorry. Weed. True shit, I thought. She got all of the hot sex off of us, and got dressed. Whoops, it was 4:45. Greggggy.”
Hmm. “You’re really chill, Tom.”
I was shocked by her outburst. The fiend herself. She laid back, relaxing, and I followed suit. She circled her hips in an effort to drive me crazy, and did it well. I nearly began to cry from the feeling I was experiencing, and held on for as long as I could, until I couldn’t anymore. That laugh and smile got me every time.
