It was the last day of 2012. Or, more accurately, night... 2 A.M. On December 31st. I was lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, with trance music playing in the background. Not that I like trance music, but when in doubt, try something random.
It felt like I had been wandering in a desert for years, and was now trying to make sense of civilized life again. Rather than being retrospective, I was stalled: wondering what to do next, and if I could succeed on my on my own... but before I could sink into self-pity again, or perhaps even find the way out of that pit of despair, my doorbell rang.
I found Dorothy at my door... she had a small box, wrapped in red and green paper, with a gold bow, and a smile. Besides that, she wore a low-cut t-shirt that showed off her perky small breasts and a long black pair of jeans.
"Belated Merry Christmas," she said. I couldn't help but smile.
"How did you get here?" I asked. Although we lived within walking distance, it still wasn't exactly next door...
"Invite me in, and I just might tell you," she said, being mysterious and randomly comedic, the joker that I loved her to be.
"Promise not to suck my blood, " I said, "but come on in." I stepped back wards and she quickly stepped inside, taking off her shoes at the threshold. Closing back the door behind her, I let her out of the front patio and into my front room, a modest area which contained a few desks covered in books and equipment, and a small bed... I had envisioned it as an art study, but had yet to ship anything out of it, or do anything more than a few things for the sake of my hobbies.
Right at the moment, though, I allowed myself to be swept up in the moment... direct social contact with someone I was comfortable with was rare, and Dorothy was the rarest of the rare, one of my best friends. It was a genuine pleasure to see her, even moreso because we hadn't seen each other for at least a couple month.
The detective in me still wondered how she had arrived; I hadn't seen any vehicle pull up and the bus service stopped at midnight. However, the playful, child-like part of my mind was more concerned with the present that she represented, as well as the present that she had brought. As much as I had been trained to be future oriented... the present moment seemed to be richly calling to me.
"What's in the box?" I asked as I reached for it.
She pulled back playfully. "Nobody yet, but play your cards right and you will be." She responded.
I couldn't help but feel my body becoming more aroused. The black slacks that I wore wouldn't do anything to stop my erection from developing, but part of me was more excited by the idea of being fully aroused around her, if it came to that. When it came to my friends, I just went with the flow... they're my friends because anything goes, even beyond reason.
"What type of cards?" I asked, "Uno or Poker?"
She smiled and put the box down on a nearby desk, making sure to exaggerate as she bent over. "I know you want to poke her with you uno-cepts." With that pun, which I honored with a chuckle, she sat down on my bed, resting her back against a cushion and opening her legs, staring at me intently.