Say hi to Sarah

You decide to walk over to your crush, Sarah, who you've become much more relaxed and laid-back with, even though she could still make you're dick stand up just by smiling. You've been in love with her ever since you first saw her at the tender age of fourteen, when she attended the same geography class. Back then she was the most popular girl in the school, being adored by both the opposite and the same sex, because she was so beautiful, happy-go-lucky, extremely nice and charming all at the same time. She was then, and still is now; A Goddess.

Even though you were not very popular at all in those days, she sometimes found time for some small talk with you, which you stammered and mumbled your way through. It's a surprise she never ran away in disgust, but not that you didn't keep in much contact throughout high-school. Until all of that suddenly changed when she started becoming friends with Jen, who often brought her to "Hyrule Castle"

Never in a million years would you have predicted that you are now mingling in the same circles. It seems that after high school, she became a little aimless with her life. She wasn't the girl that dated the jock, and became homecoming queen. No, she was a lot cooler than that. Instead, she wanted to become a journalist, or a writer. So she focussed on getting into college, but didn't make it. Now she has a gap year, and spends most of her time with you guys, much to your pleasure.

With a flutter in your heart, you walk over to her, and admire her sexy outfit. She wears a tight green dress, barely covering her round Latina booty, and very low-cut cleavage, making her perfect breasts stand out in a crowd. A decorative red sling hangs around her neck, and on top of her brunette curls she wears a Santa hat, slightly askew. She's drinking a glass of champagne, her red lipstick leaving marks on the glass. She looks at you through those endlessly fascinating brown eyes as you come closer.

'Hi!' she greets you cheerfully.

'Hey!' you answer.

It stays silent for a few seconds, while both of you think of what to say. Unable to think of anything, you grab a glass of champagne from the table, and keep looking her in the eyes.

'Cheers,' both of you say, as your glasses clink together. You take a large sip.

'I like the sling,' you finally say.

'Yeah, it's fashion,' she jokes.

'Oh, is it now?' you ask, a smile forming on your face.

'Yeah, not that you would know.' She points at your suit. 'Very basic, this.'

'Don't insult my dress-sense!' you laugh. 'This is what all the cool kids are wearing.'

'Yeah, in the zeroes... The nineteen zeroes.'

'Well, I happen to think it makes me look very classy,' you tell her, barely straight-faced. 'But maybe you can dress me next time.'

'Or undress you, you mean,' she laughs, knowing exactly how to tease you. 'Or wouldn't you like that?'

'Stop teasing me!' you say, looking a little angry, but not seriously. 'Or I might take you up on it.'

'Fine by me,' she smiles. 'I've always wanted to see that hunky body of yours.' The two of you laugh, neither knowing for sure if you meant it seriously, before she asks; 'Hey, do you wanna go for a smoke? The food doesn't seem to be ready yet, and I'm gasping.'