>>101906806I will always have fond memories of them. When I was a freshman in high school, for some reason, I managed to befriend the coolest guy in school. Maybe it was because I also did a little martial arts and I was willing to be his sparring partner and get hit by him, but anyways, this guy was the coolest mutha I’d ever seen. One day, I went to his house after school to play music with him and his girlfriend. He and I were playing guitar and she was on drums. It was a hot day and we were smoking weed in his room, and since there was only a small window and he couldn’t leave his door open in case the smell went elsewhere, we all got very sweaty, very quickly. After a while, he had to leave to pick up his little brother, and he told us to stay and wait for him, so it was just me and his girl. We played for a bit, and then without saying a word, she started to strip off her clothes. I didn’t say anything and tried not to look at her, but she asked me to pass her something and hen I did, she locked eyes with me and I had to look at her body. She resumed playing and I just did so as well, not speaking the entire time. The song was “Holiday” by Green Day, and we played the entire thing while I stared at her body, slick with sweat and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Every drum stroke made her breasts bounce and every pedal hit made her thighs jiggle. I remember that was the first time I’d ever marvel at the miracle that was the female flesh in its natural form. I was hard the entire time and as soon as the song was over, I ran home and jerked off and exploded all over the bathroom floor. I never said anything to my friend and we stopped hanging out after he graduated, but I still look back on Green Day fondly.
