She’s your type

Kyle says, “She’s exactly your type: long brown hair.”

I asked, “How can my type be that simple?”

“Because you’re a basic bitch. Get your ass over here.” Kyle hung up.

I went over to Kyle’s place. There was a crappy Honda parked out front. I knocked and stepped inside. Kyle was at the kitchen counter making a drink. Next to him was a young girl with long brown hair. She had a trim body, but a massive chest. She wore a jacket over her shirt that framed her big cleavage. Tight jeans hugged and accentuated her hips. I could see why Kyle left the group to meet up with her. I looked around and didn’t see another girl. I though she might have been in the bathroom.

Kyle looked up and saw me, “Hey Chandler! You want a drink? I’ll make you a drink.”

The girl walked over and introduced herself, “Hi! I’m Jackie. Nice to meet you.” She smiled. She had a pretty face with green eyes. She was wearing quite a bit of makeup but I only noticed because I was used to girls at camp who didn’t waste time putting on makeup. Jackie continued, “Kyle tells me you’re not a Mainer. Where are you from?”

Kyle handed me my drink, and we all talked in the living room. Another girl never appeared. Jackie was nice enough though and we all kept the conversation and drinks flowing.

Jackie had just graduated high school last May and was 18. Kyle knew her from school. She lived pretty close to here. I was surprised at how much attention she was giving me instead of Kyle. I assumed she knew about him so she didn’t need to ask him any questions.

When she went to the bathroom, Kyle leaned in and softly said, “I’m sorry I lied about her having a friend here. The truth is that Jackie wants to have a threesome. You were the first person to pop into my head as a third. Okay, not the first, but the first guy. What do you think? She’s fucking hot. Do you want to fuck her with me?”