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"  Despite a fantastic start to my birthday that included a blowout at the hippest, snottiest salon in town, a mani, and shopping, I couldn&amp;#039;t shake this sinking feeling in my stomach. Ashley had texted me this the night before: Hey - sorry, but I can&amp;#039;t make dinner on Saturday. Have fun though. My phone felt chilly in my hand upon receiving it, and I had no idea to respond. Eventually I just wrote back, Thanks. I tried to reassure myself that it was better Ashley and Luke weren&amp;#039;t coming, because I would be hyper-aware of their presence all night and it would put a damper on the fun. But deep down inside I couldn&amp;#039;t stop asking myself, Is this the end of our friendship? I&amp;#039;m no saint, but it would take a lot for me not to go to Ashley&amp;#039;s birthday dinner\u2026like her-killing-my-puppy a lot, or her stealing-my-credit-card-and going-on-a-Bloomingdales-binge a lot. I just couldn&amp;#039;t imagine blowing her off on her birthday for an offense that ultimately, had nothing but good intentions behind it.  I did my best to push my feelings about Ashley aside, and to just enjoy my birthday dinner. It was a big group, and we got nice and rowdy over ribs, cornbread, and pitchers of beer. Justin sat next to me and held my hand under the table, even when it was sticky with BBQ sauce. If that&amp;#039;s not true love, I don&amp;#039;t know what is.  Afterwards, everyone headed to one of our favorite fratastic bars where the beer is cheap and the dance tunes are 90s. Justin was ordering shots for everyone, and here is where things get a little murky\u2026I remember dancing with Justin, then sitting with Justin, then being in a cab with Justin. Then it was morning, and Justin was nowhere to be found.  I shot up in bed. I was still wearing the cute little peplum top I&amp;#039;d splurged on the day before, but was horrified to discover that I was not, however, wearing my new black wax jeans. Then I heard my phone buzz.  &amp;quot;My phone, my phone,&amp;quot; I mumbled to myself, like an insane person, as I crawled out of bed and turned my room over trying to find it.  I looked on the floor, in my purse, my sheets, until I finally realized that the buzzing was coming from the back pocket of my discarded black jeans. I retrieved it, looked at the screen, and saw it was Justin calling me.  &amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; My voice sounded like that of an 85 year-old smoker. Sexy.  &amp;quot;Good morning sunshine,&amp;quot; Justin said.  I rolled back into bed ungracefully, the phone still against my ear. &amp;quot;What happened?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, I first realized things had taken a turn for the worse when you bit it trying to do that Gangnam Style dance.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh god.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Then Nina and I helped you into a chair where you fell asleep.&amp;quot;  I facepalmed myself so hard I winced. &amp;quot;Oh. My. God. Justin, I&amp;#039;m so embarrassed.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;At least you&amp;#039;re a nice drunk. I&amp;#039;ve dealt with some nasty ones.&amp;quot;  I suddenly remembered the fact that I was pants-less and felt sick to my stomach at the thought of Justin seeing me like this. &amp;quot;Wait, how did I get back here?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Nina and I took you home.&amp;quot;  I gulped.  &amp;quot;Well, I just helped Nina get you into a cab, really. I dropped you guys off and then I went home.&amp;quot;  My shoulders sagged with relief. &amp;quot;Justin, I&amp;#039;m so sorry. Thank you so much for making sure I got home okay.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It was your birthday, it happens.&amp;quot; Justin cleared his throat. &amp;quot;So, are you dead to the world today or what?&amp;quot;  I remembered the &amp;quot;birthday surprise&amp;quot; he had planned for me and instantly perked up. &amp;quot;No! I&amp;#039;m alive.&amp;quot; I glanced into the mirror next to my bed. I had mascara on my chin.  &amp;quot;Good, because I&amp;#039;m taking you for a birthday picnic in the park in one hour. Dress warmly.&amp;quot;  The moment we hung up I called Nina.  &amp;quot;You,&amp;quot; Nina said. &amp;quot;Owe me about eight very expensive dinners.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ohmigod, ohmigod, I know,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;What happened? Please tell me nothing worse beyond what I already know.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry, you saved your finest moments for me. &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m scared to ask what that means.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;It means that the moment we walked into your apartment you took your pants off, tried to order pizza, got frustrated, and passed out face down on your bed with your ass in the air.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Hot.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, and you were snoring.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay, well dinner on me this week.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I mean it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Believe me, I am holding you to that,&amp;quot; Nina said.  After we hung up, I chugged a bottle of water and went and stood in the shower for a longgg time. I was just finishing straightening my hair when Justin rang my doorbell.  I opened the door, Justin and I took one look at each other, and something transpired in that glance that I&amp;#039;ve never experienced before. It was like a magnet just sucked us into each other. Justin dropped the bag of food on the ground, kicked the door shut behind him, and backed me up until we were in my bedroom. Clothes were flying, bosoms were heaving, names were being moaned. I continued to kiss Justin as I felt blindly in my nightstand for a condom, and helped him roll it on. Then he was inside of me, grinding against me and kissing my neck. It was the easiest orgasm I&amp;#039;ve ever had. It usually takes a fair amount of effort to get me there, but it was like this sexual tension that&amp;#039;s been building between us helped get me there in no time.  Afterwards, we lay side by side, breathing hard.  Justin spoke first. &amp;quot;I wanted to do that last night, but\u2026&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But I got senior prom drunk.&amp;quot;  Justin laughed. &amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s one way of putting it.&amp;quot; He rolled over onto his side and kissed me. &amp;quot;Happy birthday.&amp;quot;  I felt his hand slip between my legs\u2026and basically people, that is how I spent my birthday: In bed with an orgasm machine.  Happy birthday to me indeed. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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