You smoked cigarettes outside until they finished.

Rory came out first, with her lips all scrunched up and unable to look at anyone in the eye. She had fixed her little black dress, though it hadn't covered much to begin with. Isabel grabbed her by the arm and they sped along down he block, making all those noises that girls do together.

Hunter was right behind her. He had on the typical 20 something uniform, much like yours, black t-shirt from an obscure band and black skinny jeans. It wasn't creative, but it seemed to be working for you both. He was taller than you around 6' and super thin. You were always more average build, (almost) average height.

You pounded the fist he offered you. Walking behind her he made a tick mark above Rory's head like on a score board. You shook your head and watched him wave his hand in front of his face while mouthing, "All over her." You joked around with him while the women were off ahead. He pushed your buttons all the time about 'boning' Rory. Then inevitably it would be about 'boning' Isabel. If you didn't stop him it'd be about your mom, or your sister, or your family dog, Princess (dead for 8 years at this point).

The air was cool on the way home. It wasn't far to your place, so you stumbled home with minimal issue. Hunter lived in the opposite direction, but nobody mentioned that. He and Rory ended up half a block back yelling at passing cars most of the way home.

About 50 yards from your building Isabel dropped your hand and shouted, "Catch me!" over her shoulder. She took off toward the door.

You had to adjust your semi-hard cock before jogging halfheartedly behind her. When you reached the door, she was there with her hands on her hips.

"Looks like you win. Got a prize in min...?" You lost the end of that sentence when you felt her hand. She squeezed your bulge and said,

"Open the fucking door."