It was a Friday night in June. The school year had ended just over a week ago and my best friend Kristy and I were well into enjoying our last summer vacation before college. We sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the sectional couch in her basement, legs crossed over one another's, sharing popcorn and watching a premium channel movie during one of our countless sleep overs that we would have in our lifetime. I don't remember what we were watching, whatever it was wasn't relevant to any of our numerous conversation topics anyway.
That night, just like any other I'm sure, the conversation revolved around guys. Who was hot, who was hotter, and what we would do if ever left alone with them. Of course neither of us had done much of anything with anyone at that point, so it was just talk. Both of us had recently turned 18, and neither of us had any trouble conjuring up interest in the guys from school, especially Kristy. As a matter of fact, we both had boyfriends at the time.
Kristy was 5'2, probably 95-100lbs at that time, beautiful shoulder length brown hair, and crystal blue eyes that were so engaging. She had a very curvaceous body, which would only get sexier with time. She had perky 32B breasts with a killer ass, not particularly long legs but so smooth, and a flat stomach. She definitely matured faster than I did. I was barely had a curve on me in my younger years. I was very heavily into dance from the age of 3 until I finished college, so that probably factored into my late development. I was always proud of how skinny I was, maybe my parents did have grounds for harassing me about my eating habits. I was 4'10 and 80lbs. I had a 28aa bra size. The thing that drove me up the wall was my hair. Brown curly hair to the middle of my back. I couldn't wear it down, as the slightest bit of humidity made it frizz out the the point of no return. I wore my hair straight back in either a bun or french braid constantly. The other thing I had going for me was I did not have a flat butt. It had a nice shape to it, letting me fill out shorts and bikinis nicely.
The movie ended without either of us really noticing or caring, and the next one started up. Our attention was brought back to the screen when we realized it was a "Skin-a-max" movie, the skin flicks with horrible plots and fake sex scenes. We started giggling uncontrollably when the opening scene, with no lead in, showed a man and a woman heavily making out on the couch of a swanky high rise apartment overlooking the city night. The totally buff guy has the asian actress' dress off in no time, revealing her big, fake boobs. He sucks her nipples roughly and she makes some over dramatic faces, which Kristy and I immediately start imitating to each other laughing.
The next shot shows the woman, now left in only a g-string, with her head in the guys lap, her black hair completely covering everything, as she gives him a fake blow job while he makes some even more obnoxious, over dramatic faces. Kristy looks at me.
"Have you done that with Vince yet?" she asks. Vince was my boyfriend. We started dating right before the end of the school year.
"No," I replied, trying to sound offended she would ask, though I have thought about it a lot. I had never been past what I suppose is second base. Kristy hadn't either. "Have you done that with Matt?"
"Ew NO!" she shot back.
"Why ew?" I asked.
Kristy looked back at me and her nose scrunched up, like she smelled something bad. "Because, that's gross." I really was surprised at how prudish she was being. Kristy was the first to kiss a guy, first to kiss with tongue, first to let a guy go up her shirt, and she let her current boyfriend Matt kiss her boobs, something that I hadn't even done yet.
"I don't think it's gross," I shot back, "I kinda think it's hot. Besides, we're going to have to do it at some point."
Kristy thought about it for a second. "I mean, I don't care if I put his, you know, thing in my mouth, but what about when, you know, he like, goes?"
I laughed, falling on my side. "Goes? What the heck is that?"
"Shut up!" She slaps my ass playfully. "You know what I mean, when he like, orgasms."
I continued to laugh at my friend's choice of words. We never really used vulgar language around each other, and certainly with our lack of experience, our sexual vocabulary was still pretty light, but still....goes? I sat upright again, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Yeah your laughing now," she says making a face at me, "but what are you going to do then?"
"I don't know, just swallow it I guess."
"KATIE!" she squeals at me, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Oh my god, you didn't just say that."
"What's the big deal? Liz Breener swallowed for Mike Ross."
"Liz is a total skank!" Kristy retorted, and she had a point. "Besides, I heard she was so bad she couldn't even get him off." This rumor I would later find hard to believe, as I'd learn that guys our age were not hard to get off.
"Well what do you think is a better idea?" I asked. "We're going to have to do it eventually."
"Ugh," she made another face, "I don't know, make him shoot on the floor?"
"Then clean it up how?" I shot back. "Then your mom and dad could find out."