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Josephine Devereaux has spent her entire life wishing she liked change & spontaneity. But when she gets accepted into Southern Chicago U's forensics program, change suddenly isn't so scary. Fast forward two years- she's a junior at the...
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"Girls' Wine Wednesday! Wine Wednesday with the girls! Girlssssss Wiiiiiiiine Wednesday! And Kofi when he gets here!"
Cal spins in circles, singing at the top of her lungs with a bottle of red wine in hand, sporting a cute pink lingerie set that she blew $65 on.
But she looked damn good in it, so we made her buy it.
Me and Blanca sit next to each other on the couch, draped underneath a large white blanket, watching Cal's little theatrical display and Serena's off-key singing, an integral part of her weekly routine that had become a staple of ours as well.
Blanca and I clink our glasses, filled to the brim with white wine instead of red, which we like significantly better. Obviously, we prefer other drinks more, but the first week that we instituted wine Wednesday as a group, Cal insisted that we really buy into the concept and commit to drinking wine. Begrudgingly, we agreed, and so ever since freshman year, we've kept it going, with very few exceptions.
"Guys, hurry up and catch up with me! I wanna celebrate turning in my first semester portfolio! And I can't celebrate if I'm the only one drunk enough to walk around in our sexy pajamas without being chilly! Plus, Kofi will be here soon and I'm excited to tell him about it because he helped me for a piece!" Cal whines.
I look over at Blanca with a suggestive eyebrow, holding my glass up as to ask her to "join me in finishing my drink". She mimics my action, chugging the rest of it with me while maintaining eye contact, our unspoken chugging rivalry making an appearance. The rivalry had gone on for years, as both of us were competitive and could drink to the nines, and both had an innate talent for chugging. We never designated a concrete winner, as we both found ourselves taking the crown home on different occasions.
As I walk to the kitchen to refill my glass, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stop to look.
I was lying to myself if I said I didn't look good. And I was lying to myself if I pretended that I didn't enjoy looking at myself in this outfit.
Cal had insisted that we all buy matching silk lingerie pajama sets in different colors. We could never really say no to her. Plus, she had a gift for color-matching and making us all feel ten time more confident than we felt.
She had picked out a red one for Serena, a black one for Blanca, a cream one for me, and a light pink one for her. She said they were all the perfect colors for our varying complexions, and after trying them on, we realized just how right she was.
The top of the set consisted of a low-cut, loose fitting, satin tank with a lace trim on the edges. It was held up by two adjustable thin cream straps that rested on my shoulders, tight enough to keep me from flashing anyone, but loose enough that it would slip off the shoulder if I moved too much. The bottom of it comprised of a pair of matching cream-colored loose, airy shorts that felt like my ass was being caressed by a cloud every time I took a step.
