There was nothing wrong with me. Nothing. I was good height, I had a C-cup for breast, my waist was a size 34 and my hips a size 42. Things were good. I was smart, I was fun and I was good at socializing.
Then why was I the only person at this after grad party without a tongue down my throat. Even Thea, the girl I came with was busy with some guys dick down her throat. I was alone. The only thing that was more alone than me was the empty cup I abandoned earlier in preference of the beer bottle that I held tightly in my hands.
This was shit. I downed the last of my stag and staggered to the door. I opened it and went out into the fresh air. I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. I dialled the number I knew by heart and waited.
"G?" The voice asked.
"Matt, can you pick me up?" I asked my brother. I heard him laugh.
"Considering we live a street away, I'll be there in five." He said and I hung up and propped my back against the wall of the club.
This was one shitty night.
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This story is based in the Caribbean, in the island Trinidad and the main characters are black people. If you have a problem with black people and sex, this is not the book for you.
Who knows what will happen, do enjoy.
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