After the mediocre two and a half hour drive we arrived in the city. It was around 1:30, and we were eager as ever to check into our hotel. This was our first time ever truly being on our own. I guess it's good practice for college right?!
"Wow this room is huge." Sammy exclaimed
"Yeah it's pretty nice" I said as I plopped down onto the bed closet to the window. "So what are we gonna do tonight?"
"We're definitely gonna hit the clubs. Connecticut clubs are so lame compared to the ones New York."
Sammy is an expert when it comes to partying. She's being going hard since like age 12. I, on the other hand can sometimes get a little out of control, but she keeps me in check...most of the time.
"I don't know if I can handle the true club scene, but I'm excited." I said nervously.
After spending about an hour getting settled in, we went out go lunch, came back and got ready for the club.
Sammy was looking hot as ever wearing a short, tight, little black dress. She was had on red stilettos, and hair was down, gracefully falling below her shoulders.
"Damn you're look good! Very sleek and sexy. I would SO tap that. ". "Thanks." She said
I'm wearing a dress that is also short and tight, Except it had an open back, and it's covered in sparkles.
"How do my boobs look?"
"Huge as always." Sammy replies
Yes I'm also the one with the boobs in the friendship. I always have been. Ever since we were 12. From the day we first met Sammy has always been self conscious. I don't know why. Truthfully, I've always been jealous of her. She has the perfect hair, body, and attitude and can practically get any guy she wants. I'm the one who had to actually try hard to look good. Yeah, I have big boobs, and nice eyes, but that's about it. It takes me forever to get my hair, and make up to look good. She is simply naturally stunning, and that's just one of the few ways we're different.
"Alright lets get out of here."