I was in San Francisco for the weekend, visiting some friends of mine. I have a buddy who's going to film school out there, and I drove out to see the latest project he was working on. After the student film festival wrapped itself up we were walking up Lincoln Ave towards my buddy's apartment. My friend was bitching to his girlfriend about how pretentious most Film students are and I was looking forward to sleeping on the couch. I'm six feet tall, not a small man, and his couch is not accommodating.
"It's not that I dislike any single one of them" Said my friend "I just hate them all as a group."
We crossed 21st street and I turned my head to look into the bar on the corner. While fumbling for a cigarette out of my pocket I locked eyes with a short-haired brunette on the other side of the glass. I thought I recognized her, and kept walking. Then I paused.
"Who the fuck shoots a digital film in black and white anyway?"
I turned around and looked back into the bar. It was Seri Loughman. Seri was a girl I knew from my studies in England. She's a foot shorter than me with large brown eyes, full melon sized breasts and a round, plump ass. We'd gone out for drinks a few times in London and she told me that she fancied me, but she had a boyfriend at the time, so nothing came of it. And now there she was, running out of a bar in San Francisco. Seri is short for Serendipity, of course.
"Oh my god, Jason, I'm so glad to see you" She ran down the street and we wrapped our arms around each other. I snuggled my face into her neck and breathed in her scent. She pressed her hips into mine and I felt a stirring in my crotch.
I looked at her again and she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her hair was short and clipped back from her face, showing her long smooth neck. Her skin was fair and light, contrasting with her dark brown eyelashes.
"What are you doing in town?" I asked.
"I just moved here a week ago, I got a job with this firm in the City." He accent was so crisp and British.
We chatted around the usual subjects, and she invited the three of us over to her place for drinks tonight. So we followed her up the block and into her apartment. Her place was still full of cardboard boxes and packing peanuts. Her roommate was there, milling about in the kitchen. We sat on the floor and drank duty free scotch. Other people came and went, friends of her roommate. By midnight a fair sized apartment party was going on.
I found myself in the hallway, waiting for the bathroom. Seri walked past and we looked at each other, she brushed her hands across my stomach and stepped into her bedroom. I followed her in. She shut the door and we looked at each other. She ran her tongue around the inside of her lips, absentmindedly.
"So, are you seeing anyone right now?" She asked.
"No, are you?"
"No"
