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Sex or Suicide

Sex or Suicide "Damn, I am so bored," I groaned as I leaned back in the kitchen chair. "Well, what game do you wanna play, Derrick?" Nicole asked me. I made a face. "I'm kinda getting tired of drinking games," I told her. "Me too," said our friend Cory. "We play the same stuff every week, and I always kick both of your asses at quarters every time anyway." We were sitting in Nicole's apartment at the kitchen table, with shot glasses and red plastic cups in front of us. There were ping pong balls, quarters, a deck of cards, and other items spread across Nicole's table. It was our usual drinking routine when we each had the following day off from work, and perhaps that was our problem at the moment. "Okay, so let's go somewhere," Nicole offered. Cory stifled a laugh. "Where are we gonna go, Nikki? It's a Wednesday night. There's no "happening" places on a Wednesday night." "We could just hit a bar in town somewhere," I suggested. Cory cringed and looked at me. "Sorry, dude. Local bars aren't my scene. Remember the guy at Norton's that wanted to kick my ass because he found out I was gay?" I nodded. "Right. Not a good idea." Nicole sighed and grabbed the remote to her stereo to change the song. Her awesome stereo system began blaring the song of some punk band she liked. She ran a hand through her completely pink dyed hair and bit her lip thoughtfully. I reached for a bottle of tequila in the center of her kitchen table and poured myself another shot. Cory slid me his shot ...

... glass. "Hit me," he said. "Me too," Nicole said. I filled our glasses and set the bottle back in the middle of the table. We clinked the shot glasses together almost passively before we each threw them back. As I set my glass down and cringed at the trail of fire that blazed down my throat, I couldn't help but watch Nicole. She looked absolutely stunning tonight. Her long pink hair was curled, and was adorned with a hair clip that doubled as a decorative black bow with a skull in the center. She wore a simple sheer white T-shirt, and her black bra was slightly visible underneath. Though her breasts were a petite B cup, they always drew my gaze. I glanced away before Nicole caught me staring. I realized then that Cory was watching me. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, shook his head, and visibly suppressed a grin. He knew that I had quite a crush on Nicole, though we had been friends ever since we were young. I had always balked at the idea of making a move on her, for I didn't want our close friendship to turn sour. "I'm gonna get another beer," Nicole said as she stood and headed for the refrigerator. "You guys want one?" "Yeah, bring us two," I called after her. My eyes followed Nicole as she walked, or more pointedly, her hips and ass. Nicole had always been a tomboy as a young girl and a social outcast as a young woman. It really showed in her sense of taste and style. Her tight blue jeans were ripped here and there, from her calves up to her thighs. I watched her ass sway ...