I always liked Katrina.
We were always polite. We shared some laughs when we spent time together as a group. And I thought she was gorgeous. But never did I think there would be anything past that.
However, one night back in college, everyone else had left the bar early. The free drink special from 10-11 had ended and everyone else in our group made plans to see us later.
We realized that we probably should have left when our friends did upon remembering that Katrina's car was with her date who had taken it earlier to retrieve his phone from his car. That was parked back at her place.
Then he said something he ate wasn't sitting well and he was headed home for the night.
"Some date," I muttered as we headed for the exit. Katrina kept in step with me and slid her arm through mine. I thought nothing more of it than a drunk friend using another drunk friend to lean on. "My place isn't far, but we have to walk up the hill."
"It's a good thing I wore flats," she shrugged.
The flats didn't help though as we were halfway up the hill when we stopped at a concrete wall to rest. She told me she didn't think there was anything there with the guy who deserted her. I told her I was surprised he let an upset stomach keep him from her, especially looking as good as she did.
Katrina smiled. We continued our trek.
Thirty minutes later, she was on my bed topless. I sat down beside her and shook a can of whipped cream. I squirted a generous portion on one of her nipples and gently sucked it all off, leaving her nipple hard. I did the same thing with her other nipple.
"Put some right here," she encouraged, pointing at her neck. I drew a line from her collarbone and along her neck. I followed the trail of whipped cream slowly with my tongue. I rolled one of her now wet nipples in between my fingers.
Her phone vibrated.
"I don't care," she moaned. But I could see the screen said her date's name.
"Maybe he feels better?" I suggested as I sat back up. She sat up and picked up her phone, annoyed.
"Hey," she answered when he picked up. "Oh, you did? We walked back to his place." He apparently had tried to come pick Katrina up and couldn't find her. "We're just hanging out, since we didn't have a ride. Yeah, yeah. Okay. See you soon." She flipped her phone closed. She pulled her top back up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Can I get a rain check?" she smiled. I nodded and we headed out to the living room to wait.
A year passed and I never mentioned it to Katrina again.
It was late summer and it was humid and hot. I chose to spend my time between the college radio station and the air conditioning in my bedroom. Plus, I was feeling heartbroken after my pursuit of Natalie went nowhere.
I was watching the first season of one of my favorite anime when my phone rang. Katrina. We spoke every now and again, even went out to lunch a few times.
"Hey, what's up?"
"What are you doing?" she asked. It sounded like she was driving.
"Laying here watching DVDs. What are you doing?"
"Hot and bored and I'm tired of burning through my gas." Katrina had bought a used red pickup truck when she came to school last summer. With as hot as that summer was, I imagine her truck didn't do her bank account any favors. Plus, she always got roped into helping people who needed to use her truck bed. "Mind if I stop by?"
"Not at all. But I'll warn you, we're still watching this show when you get here."
"Whatever," I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "See you soon."
