The familiar scent of popcorn wafts through the hallway as I knock on the door. It is our Friday night tradition - pizza, beer, and a couple of crappy movies. I've known Clive since we were in junior high and our movie nights are sacred. Although things are a little more complicated now that he has a girlfriend. The door creaks open, and Clive's grinning face fills the doorway.
"Dude, you brought the good stuff?"
Clive gestures to the bag of weed I'm holding.
"Always," I reply, stepping inside.
My eyes land on the living room and my breath catches in my throat. Clive's new girl, Kayla, is sprawled on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach. She's wearing a crop top that barely covers her midriff and a tiny black thong. My mouth goes dry. I didn't know what to expect but I was not expecting Kayla would be wearing something so...revealing.
Clive speaks to me over his shoulder as he retrieves the pizzas from the kitchen.
"I've already decided we're watching horror tonight. Are you ready to get high and terrified?"
He is clearly excited about hanging out with his two favourite people again. And eating.
Meanwhile, I'm just standing there watching Kayla clear the clutter from the coffee table. Her crop top rides up, revealing the undersides of her breasts. Her perfect ass fills my vision. The view is breathtaking, but Clive seems oblivious.
A flush creeps up my neck as I try to look away, but my gaze keeps returning to the tantalizing butt on display. I think I'm pretty level-headed, but this is another level of distraction. Kayla is openly flaunting herself for me, and I love it.
Kayla, who'd been bending over more than necessary, straightens, a mock pout on her lips.
"You should have told me you were bringing someone over, Clive. I would have cleaned up."
Clive just grins and nudges me in the ribs.
"She's hot, right?" he says.
I make myself comfortable on the big leather couch in front of the television roll a couple of joints. Kayla watches my fingers, complimenting my technique. Clive lights them up and we pass them around. Kayla looks cool when she smokes until she starts coughing and smiles sheepishly which is really cute. I'm seeing a different side of her tonight.
Clive is always ravenous when he smokes weed and the pizzas don't last very long. Kayla holds a slice above her head, bites the tip and stretches the stringy cheese while looking straight at me. I know what she's doing. It's provocative and gives me a hard on.
I can barely eat anything I'm so busy obsessing over Kayla. I just want to look at her all the time. But I don't want Clive to find out I'm into his girlfriend so I shovel down a few slices and suggest we start the movie.
Anyway, we are all pretty high by the time we finish the first movie. It wasn't really that scary but I supposed I wasn't really watching properly. Kayla rests her head on Clive's chest and strokes his arm. But out of the corner of my eye I can see she keeps looking at me. There is definite tension between us but Clive doesn't seem to notice.
The second movie, another classic horror flick from the Clive canon, is barely ten minutes in when Clive's head begins to nod. Despite the spooky music and jump scares, he's gone, his snores providing a humorous counterpoint to the ominous soundtrack. Typical. Clive always falls asleep during the second movie.
"You think he'll sleep through the whole thing?" whispers Kayla, her lips curving into a knowing smile. But she doesn't even wait for an answer. Before I can say anything her hand drifts to the hem of her crop top, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she lifts it up. My heart pounds in my ears. I open my mouth to say something but no words came out.
