Chapter 18

• When we arrived at her place, I started to roll a joint while she poured us each a small glass of bourbon. We started to smoke and continued talking for about fifteen minutes before the lines got crossed. I wish I could say my memory of how things started was hazy, but I remember it clearly, and we both acted towards a shared desire.
• I was touching her lower to mid-thigh in a way that was not at all common or appropriate for our friendship. All the while, she was touching my kneecaps and thighs, tracing the edge of my shorts as we theorized on what would happen to our favorite characters in a show that she and Jim had gotten me into. She started to poke her finger under the leg of my shorts, not far, only an inch or so, but it was so suggestive that it caused me to involuntarily make a little noise that caused a sexy smile to slowly form on her face.
• “Do you want to have some fun with me?” She spoke softly and stopped moving her finger under my shorts while she took a sip of her drink and looked at me.