During college, I went to a lot of parties. In fact, I spent more time at punk and gothic parties than I did anywhere else. But only one of them holds special meaning. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day and my friend Celeste was giving a party for the punk scene on campus and I went. I was wearing what has become my usual, loose black pants held up by a black belt with silver spikes, spandex, strategically ripped by razors and then pinned back together with safety pins, and black Doc Matren combat boots. That night, I was wearing a blood red thong and matching bra underneath...but the spandex left nothing to imagination, barely covering my 32D breasts and bra. I have a nice figure, weighing about 125 lbs, with long muscular legs from years of soccer, and muscular arms, also from soccer. At this particualr time, I also had blood red hair, as well, and a blue spike sticking out of my labret, as well as my lip, eyebrown, belly button, and ears pierced.
I had been wandering around Celeste's apartment, beers in hand, for about 2 hours when I ran into Paul. I was fairly drunk. He was wearing baggy black pants, and a black tee shirt. He had a long silver spike sticking out of his labret, a stud in his tounge, and a spike in each eyebrow. It was instant love. We started talking, and found we had a lot in common. We kept talking, and drinking, as the night progressed, and we were pretty faced by the time the party ended. Celeste decided it would be best if we spent the night at her apartment, with my dorm being a 15 minute drive, and Paul's apartment another 30. We stumbled up the stairs and walked into a room. All inhibitions out the window, we begin to strip down, to go to sleep. I stripped down to thong and Paul to black boxers, with orange flames. We crawled uner the covers and as I was falling asleep I felt Paul's hands creeping over my breats and squeezing. I turned over and faced him, and was met my a kiss.
