Friday night was for going out. Saturdays were for brunch and adventures. Sunday though, Sunday was girls’ night in.
Well, theoretically. I actually didn’t go out much on Fridays or Saturdays, but my roommate did. She took pity on me though and would watch dumb tv shows and silly movies with me on Sunday.
“Becca, popcorn?” my roommate Cassie shouted from the kitchen.
“Yes, duh!” I replied.
She laughed and ran into the living room holding two jars. “Cinnamon Kettle Corn or Mexican Spice?”
“Surprise me,” I said with my usual crooked smile.
As per usual, Cassie’s outfit was shocking. Little black panties, gray thigh high socks, and no top or bra.
“A bowl of each!” she proclaimed.
I gave her a thumbs up, trying not to let her see that I was blushing.