BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S

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BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S

BREAKFAST AT TIFFANY’S

The following is a true story that actually happened to me. I am really not fucking concerned whether you believe it or not. I just feel it needs to be told…for anyone willing to listen. It begins in the hallowed halls of Central High School, where I attended.
There was this girl named Tiffany, whose guts I absolutely fucking hated and believe me the feeling was mutual. As far as looks go Tiffany and I were about dead even. As far as popularity goes, (I may have been slightly more popular, but only slightly). Although I always got good grades, Tiffany’s grades were always slightly higher than mine. I used to hate having to watch that bitch go up on the stage for awards and recognition. We made it a point to stay out of each other’s way and for good reason.
It was like an unwritten unspoken agreement that we had. If Tiffany was going to be at a party, I wasn’t going. And vice versa. There was even a moment when Tiffany and I seemingly swapped boyfriends at almost the exact same time and I can’t explain it. The female populace began talking about it and the “rivalry” was born.
A few years after high school one night I was feeling adventurous and was talking to this really cool guy we all called Chuck. He asked me if I wanted to go to a party and I said sure. It was Tiffany’s party at her apartment. Really needing to blow off some steam, I decided to see where this would go. Everyone kept telling me that they couldn’t believe I was going and I seem to remember a few vague Facebook posts canlı bahis about how Chrissy was going to a party at Tiffany’s and isnt that cool, etc. but I cant recall who said exactly what and I’m not about to go through someone’s ancient Facebook history.
When we arrived at Tiffany’s apartment she was a gracious hostess. I can even recall her saying, “Hi, Chrissy” and giving me a pretentious fake girl hug. I was civil and cordial. I decided to set up base on the couch in front of the TV with some friends. Tiffany set up shop at the kitchen table with a bunch of guys playing cards. But there was no mistaking it even to the most obvious idiot that there were 2 cliques going on here. This portion of the night is a blur as I began to drink. And alot. I was drunk. D-R-U-N-K. Not drunk enough to the point I’m ready to puke but the room is beginning to spin, so I know when to say when. Then I distinctly remember what I knew was going to happen. Tiffany shouted across the room, “Hey Chrissy…why don’t you come over here and play cards with us?” Then I heard Tiffany distinctly say to someone at the table “…can if she wants, shut the fuck up”.
I knew what would happen if I didnt get up and go over there, so I did. Tiffany quickly grabbed me a drink and I sat next to her. A few years ago, this was unthinkable. We played a few hands non-chalantly and then it finally happened. Tiffany finally voiced her concern…”You hate me…don’t you Chrissy?”
This is when Chuck stepped in…”Tiff, I don’t think it’s a good idea if…”, which was when tipobet Tiffany forcefully made it clear. “Shut the fuck up Chuck…I want to hear it from HER”. Now I’m at the point where truth-telling goes hand in hand with the blood-alcohol content level. But I cut off my alcohol supply, because I know when to say when. “No Tiffany, I don’t hate you” and I promptly dismissed myself and crashed back on the couch. At this point the party is dying down and I can hear subtle noises in the background as people begin to head for the exits. When the last person leaves, and its assumed I’m a goner…I hear…snark comments like “try not to kill her”, but I’m sobering up now.
After Tiffany locks the door, I hear the most angelic voice I’ve ever heard in my life offer to make us cocoa and have some food. “Hey Chrissy…would you like for me to make us some cocoa?”…”Sure, that would be great.”
So, we eat some and talk and drink cocoa until she finally says to me, “I know we can make a girls night of it…we can watch a movie and just talk”. She brought me a blanket and a pillow. How thoughtful. “Is this the same girl I hated for all these years?”, I thought to myself.
So we tell a few stories and have a few laughs about ex-bfs, we know, we dated the same people. I cannot believe how much this bitch I hated for so many years has been so kind to me and how much she seems like me. She even snorts like I do when I laugh. So we hit pause on the DVD player and go outside for a cigarette. We are both smoking as she explains to me tipobet giriş how jealous she was of me throughout the years and how beautiful she thinks I am and how we could have been BFFs forever. I felt the guilt rising in me like a tidal wave and I tell her how sorry I am that we never got along.
Standing out on her balcony, smoking a cigarette together, feeling such a deep connection with her, I never realized how pretty her eyes were as I found myself losing my balance to keep from falling into them. A surge of electricity filled my soul and the last remaining space between our lips was gone. And I can tell you as she ran her fingers through my hair, that was no saint kissing me.
Before I knew it, we were in her bedroom with her pulling my panties off. Did I resist? Absolutely not. “Oh my God, Chrissy you have such a pretty pussy”, she said as her fingers began to separate my honeycomb mound. An unbelievable wave of sexual ecstasy paralyzed me as she ran her tongue stud over my clit. To this day I can never forget the look of her hazel green eyes as she continually licked, sucked, kissed and serviced my pussy. After she made me come all over her face and say her name, I returned the favor and was more than happy to do so. I can’t forget how unbelievably sexy her Hello Kitty tattoo was. We kissed each other afterward and tasted each other’s love nectar. It was beautiful to become part of each other. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, just snuggling, and kissing, and succuling, and caressing and *Eskimo kissies* all through the night. We actually lasted a while as a couple. Why am I telling you this story? Because I truly loved the girl I once hated…and because NO GIRL…EVER…forgets her first lesbian experience. And because LOVE is stronger than hatred.

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