I was 21 and wild! Petite, brunette, tan, and single with a busty 32D set of breasts. Now that I was of legal drinking age, I loved to go out! One of my best friends has always been this beautiful Puerto Rican girl. Maria is two years younger than I, about 5’1, and weighs no more than 100 pounds. At the time, she had dark brown hair with blonde highlights. I always thought she was much prettier than myself. The clubs of downtown Houston were our playgrounds.
He’d had connections, I supposed. Perhaps a cousin who worked as a curator or a friend from college who worked as an event organizer – some inside connection. We’d taken a black town car down fifth avenue and arrived at The Met around nine at night, almost four hours after the museum had officially closed.
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It had been three whole months since we’d last seen each other. There had been heart-ache, tears, way too many regretful one night stands, and all the drinking required when you’re separated from the only person with whom you’ve felt such a strong romantic connection. But this had been the reality of our relationship from the beginning. We satisfied ourselves by using others, or at least trying to make it work with someone we liked, only to find that we were really just fooling ourselves. The buildup to this moment was incomparable. The contact is what I’d been craving most of all. Spring break had literally not come soon enough after this long lonely winter.