Amber Foster

JOHNNY JACKSON First year of college — I think I'm going to get a penis piercing. I choked on my drink, started coughing, and felt strong hands slapping my back. — What? — Drake asked in disbelief, while slapping my back. — You heard. I'm going to get a penis piercing — declared Colin, my clueless friend, sitting on the couch with his arms behind his head, very nonchalant for someone who was going to pierce his penis. — What the hell, Colin! — was all I could say, and I started wiping the drink that had spilled on my white shirt. — Don't be old-fashioned, it's just an accessory, like an earring to make you look nicer, you know? — he commented, looking at me and Drake, who just stared back at him. — Is this serious? — Drake shook his head, still incredulous. — Very serious, I'll let you see it when... — Believe me, Colin, I won't see your penis — I hastened to say — there are limits to our friendship. — Step — Drake raised his hands. — What if it gets infected? What if it messes up when putting on the condom? — I hadn't thought about that — Colin seemed to reflect on the matter. — What if the condom breaks? Or worse... What if it tears someone's vagina? What kind of bullshit was this? I tried to drink some more of my beer, but it was hot as hell. — Isn't there anything cold in this place? — I complained, looking up and searching for the kitchen. We were at a Kappa Fraternity party, I couldn't remember the name. I only knew that their leader — whose name I also couldn't recall — insisted we come. The girl in question was sitting on the sofa in front of me, and she noticed my discomfort with the beer. Warm? — She pointed to my plastic cup. Since I didn't want to be unpleasant, I lied. — No, it's fine. I'll just get some liquor... — What was her name again? Something with B... Bianca? — Bianca. "— I blurted out, already heading towards the kitchen, leaving Colin and Drake with their talk about penises and piercings. — It's Bethany — she said behind me. I turned around. "