That Night Three Months Ago
THAT NIGHT
Three months ago…
“We’re gonna be best friends forever, right, Kev?”
Kevin rolled his eyes as a lazy arm was strewn across his shoulder and a wet kiss was slapped on his temple.
Perry was drunk as fuck again and he always started sprouting this sentimental shit when he was pissed.
After fifteen years of friendship, Kevin should’ve been used to it by now… but he wasn’t.
Although a little on the skinny side, Perry was a good four inches taller than Kevin and it was becoming difficult to keep his heavy body upright.
It was a little after midnight and it didn’t seem like Perry was going to last much longer.
The beginning of August brought the start of the countdown.
The fall semester would be starting in a few weeks and they were enjoying their time off from college a little too much.
There was an abandoned building on the outskirts of their hometown and drunken nights in this quiet parking lot were becoming a regular occurrence.
However, getting drunk came with the side-effect of dealing with the inebriated antics of his crazy friend.
“Let’s just do it,” Perry said, swaying as he leaned closer. “Let’s make all those rumors people say about us true. Pucker up, big boy.”
Kevin laughed and pushed his face in the other direction to avoid his approaching lips. “The only reason there are rumors about us in the first place is because you always do this stupid shit every time you get wasted.”
Perry was straighter than an arrow. His girlfriend was talking to Clayton a mere ten feet away, but being hit on was another thing Kevin had to entertain whenever alcohol ran through his friend’s veins.
“If you had a pair of tits and a big, juicy ass, I could definitely see myself being attracted to you. You’re just that pretty.”
“Oh, God, Perry. You know I’m a sucker for compliments; it gets me so horny. Tits are overrated.” He licked his lips in a way that was borderline repulsive and inched closer. “Take me, you hunk of a man.”
Perry pushed him away this time, snickering through his lethargic drunkenness. Kevin wasn’t even half as drunk, but he cracked up as well.
He opened another can of beer and it was snatched out of his hand before he could even take a sip. It was the sixteenth one he’d opened and the sixteenth one that had been stolen. It was the reason why he was still semi-sober.
“I love you, man,” Perry said before chugging down half the can. “You know who else I love? That girl right there.”
Kevin looked in the direction of his wagging finger and saw Shandré leaning over the hood of Clayton’s car.
Pretty sweet sight. Dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a green tank top, that girl had a body that could fulfill any man’s fantasy.
She was all curves, tall yet still voluptuous.
And that ass…That ass was so big, each cheek had its own time zone.
She was stunning; big, hazel eyes and flawless brown skin.
She was the only girl he’d ever met who could pull off any kind of hairstyle and she’d had plenty.
From big afros to thin braids, even completely bald; she was simply stunning.
If Perry hadn’t claimed her as his future baby-momma the second he saw her, Kevin would have tapped that years ago.
“You hear that?” Perry shouted and she turned to face them with a slow shake of her head. “Yeah, you with that fat ass! I love you!”
There he goes again, Kevin thought. Sloppy and sentimental.
“Baby, you’re so drunk,” she said, closing the gap between herself and Perry. “Let’s go home and get you into bed.”
A dirty grin lifted the corners of Perry’s mouth. “First explain to me what exactly we’re gonna do in that bed.”
She smirked. “Nothin’. You probably can’t even get it up in the state you’re in.”
“I don’t need to hear this,” Kevin said, quickly removing Perry’s arm from around his neck.
He needed to get away before they started…
Nope. He wasn’t fast enough. They were already making out.
They were sickeningly affectionate, and even though Clayton could be a dick at times, Kevin opted to spend the rest of the night with him instead of watching the two of them tongue each other.
Clayton was the last addition to their small circle of friends.
He lived one block away from Kevin and Perry.
They’d all been in the same school since first grade, but Clayton had only started hanging out with them in their freshman year of college.
It wasn’t even by choice. It just so happened that a few of Clayton’s classes coincided with Kevin’s.
Studying together led to socializing and somehow he became part of the crew.
“You’d think after four years together, they’d be able to keep their hands off each other,” Clayton said as he reached the car.
“I don’t know how they do it,” Kevin agreed. “I can barely last a month with a girl.”
“I’m averaging a week and a half.”
He chuckled and opened another beer. “That’s because you’re a man-whore.”
“Just ’cause you have a designated fuck-buddy, doesn’t mean you’re not a whore,” Clayton retorted and with his slurred words, Kevin realized how wasted he actually was. “I can’t believe you’ve been boning the same girl for years and you haven’t made an honest woman out of her yet.”
Kevin rolled his eyes. It was his standard response whenever the topic of Claire came up. “We don’t like each other like that.”
Clayton took the beer from his hand and took a good, long sip before returning it. Kevin finished the can and decided he was done with this night. If it carried on for much longer, he’d be the one cleaning up vomit and he’d much rather get laid.
“Clay, drop me off at Claire’s house.”
“Sure, man.”
“Yo, Perry!” Kevin shouted, forcing the lovebirds to finally come up for air. “C’mon, man. We’re leaving.”
“So, Kev, I’ve been thinking,” Perry said, using Shandré as a support beam as he hobbled towards the car. “We should go to Florida.”
Kevin rolled his eyes for the five-hundredth time that night.
Perry had been talking about a trip to Florida since they were twelve and Kevin still couldn’t see what his fascination with the state was.
And he especially didn’t care at this time of night.
He was thinking with his dick right now.
He just wanted to go to Claire’s house and let her wrap him up in every part of her that was warm and wet. “Perry, what the hell is in Florida?”
“Di’ney World, motherfucker!” he replied, putting on his best Adam Sandler impersonation. “I want Ariel to sit on my lap and play with my afro.”
“You don’t have an afro.”
“I’ll grow one for the trip.”
Shandré snorted, looking up at him. “Bitch will get her flippers torn off if she sits on my man.”
“You jealous, baby? She may get to sit on my lap, but you are the only one…the only one who gets to sit on my face.”
“You’re so romantic,” she said with a giggle.
They rubbed their noses together in the sickening way they always did and Kevin had to suppress a gag. He was becoming more irritable. “Both of you just get in the car.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Clayton piped up. “We could go next year during Spring break. Party in Miami then stop in Orlando. It’ll be epic. The beaches are beautiful there and the women…”
“Fine,” Kevin agreed. “Parties, beaches, women…and Ariel. We’ll do all of that next year. Right now, can we all just get in the car!”
Clayton laughed and straightened, but without the support of his car, Kevin could see how unsteady he was on his feet. “You sure you’re okay to drive, Clay?”
“Yeah, man.” He gave a lazy smile. “I’m fine.”