My friend Suzie was having a little shindig that Kerry and I would be attending. Suzie's place was great. She was always down to have people crash after they've had too much to drink, and usually encouraged it. Kerry, was like my wingman. We always went out together, regardless of what kind of scene it was. We were seasoned when it came to the night life. Raves, kegs, or just chillin', we knew how to maximize everyone's experience.
After getting dressed I sized myself up. Two inch heels, black skirt, and a cute top, that I'd been dying to wear for the past two weeks: I was content.
Kerry came over wearing some jeans, flats, and a spaghetti strapped top. "Simple, but sexy," she says. She is a firm believer in if you want a one night stand you should dress like me, but if you want something a little more, dress casual. In the long run, guys want simple. But I figure, you can't get even a simple guy if you dress too casual. But whatever, Kerry is always able to snag a guy.
She could seriously come wearing some gym shorts and a polo shirt and pick up a guy. Which is why I am thankful she is my wingman. However, tonight her shirt was low cut enough that I couldn't help but stare at the light freckles that powdered her chest.
Kerry is one of those friends that you want to show off. You want people to know exactly how amazing she is, then feel personally offended when they don't see what you see in her. She is gorgeous for one. Very petite, but average height, blonde hair, athletic, and has a huge personality that just commands respect, while maintaining a carefree attitude. I suppose I had always been attracted to Kerry, but who wasn't, she was appealing in almost every way I could think of.
"That looks cute," Kerry says as she walks into my bedroom, tossing her bag on my bed, then herself, eyeing the exposed skin between my foot and thigh.
"Thanks," I replied while touching up my eyeliner.
Kerry watched me put my eyeliner on with ease, it amazed her that I didn't poke my eye our every time. Kerry leaned up onto to her forearms, forcing her shoulder blades into looking more distinguished.
"Ya ready?" I said turning around grabbing my bag.
"Just a minute." Kerry gets up walking over to me. She begins looking me over, close enough for me to count the freckles across her nose. She spread her lips a bit, lightly breathing, gazing at what I think is probably every flaw my face has to offer. She eventually reaches her hand up to my face, then carefully wipes away some smeared eyeliner from under my eye. Her freezing hands sending chills through out my body, causing all of my hair to stand on end. "Sorry," she says, acknowledging her icy hands.
"Should I get it jacket? Is it that cold?"
"No, you are dressed fine, my hands just get cold and sweaty from time to time, when I am nervous or happy, or excited, or scared, or sad..."
"Or just whenever," I added to make her stop the listing.
"Basically."
Leaving my apartment I volunteered to drive, but Kerry insisted that she drive since she didn't really feel like drinking. I obliged, I was kind of in the mood to get wasted. Besides, we have gotten to the point to where I can trust her enough to make the right decisions, especially when I or someone else we loved could be effected by it.
We arrive at the party, welcomed by Suzie. Throughout the night Kerry and I went our separate ways. Catching each other's eye while each of us were talking to a different guy, then occasionally participating in the same toast or drinking game.
One particular instance, I caught her looking over at me in a corner flirting with a guy I'd met a few weeks before. She too was talking to someone else, but didn't look like she was actually absorbing what he was saying. She was leaning up against a wall facing him, but allowing her eyes to scan the crowd, which were only scanning me. I smiled at her and noticed how her pale skin was peaking from under the green top she was wearing, magnifying her pale eyes. She gave me a little smirk then said something to her friend that probably made her sound like she was paying attention.
Suzie came up to me at the end of the night, when people were beginning to leave.
"It is cool if you crash here."
"No worries, I think Kerry is relatively sober."
"Ugh, maybe talk to her first, but Kris is out of town, so his bed is open, but I think someone took over Sarah's cause she is just going to share my bed with me."
"Alright, thanks."
I made my way to the garage, where the remaining guests were congregating. Kerry was saying her good-byes, while taking another shot.
"Hey babe," I said as I came up to her side, pulling her away for a moment, "are you good to drive?"
