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That One Night
It started so simply, well, what I thought was simple. Harris and I had become best friends over three years. We lived apart from each other in a large condominium on the beach. Two minutes from our front door and we were in the water.
We both loved to surf and be very active, so it was only natural that we became friends instantly. That was how things started to escalate. The only difference between us was that Harris liked to party. He loved to go the clubs and party all night. On the other hand, I wanted to stay in for the night and play video games or watch movies.
Harris came home one day bragging about this woman named Grace. He didn’t stop talking about her. He would talk about it when we went to the beach and when we went for our runs. For over two weeks, it was the same thing over and over.
I had a picture of Grace in my head, and as much as he talked about her, I was sure I was close to knowing what she looked like, from her long blonde hair hazel eyes. She stood just under five-foot-eight. Her hair came down past her shoulders and nearly touched her ass. Which Harris said was huge, along with a pair of how Harris described as massive boobs.
Another thing Harris and eye didn’t have in common were our tastes in women. I loved women on the thin side, while Harris liked the thicker women, which for the both of us were total opposites…
