Erstwhiles
2. Graduation Party

The school graduation party was never a good memory for Acha. Including his graduation party from Buston University. This is America. Graduation means drunkenness, party, and ****free. Not the actual Acha style. But the distress that had been running through his heart since getting the latest news from the former made him pour one more time the bottle of Armand de Brignac Midas in his hand.

"Just go and**** yourself********" he said to every man who tried to get close. Acha was not in a mood happy enough to dance under the dimly lit lights, or respond to men who wanted to play a little.

"Armand de Brignac is not for a broken-hearted woman, try this cocktail lady" suddenly there was a burly hand that pulled out the bottle and replaced it with a beautiful glass of topaz blue Winston Coctail.

"No. I'm not broken-hearted" Acha looked resentfully at the man who was now sitting next to her. His head was already a little dizzy from the intoxicating drink.  But once she narrowed her eyes to see more clearly the man beside her, Acha laughed.

"Laughing?" the man frowned.

"You look like one of my exes" she throws between the ruckus of laughter.

"Oh My God, this face is not just an ordinary face you know" the man rolled his eyes. "I'm Karel, MIT"

"Acha, Boston University" Acha welcomes a gentleman's hand beside her. "Give me back my drink" the girl moaned as her hands were busy fumbling at the location of her glass.

"No. You are drunk." Karel insisted.

"For God sake, broken-hearted is a stupid reason to get drunk lady"

"I'm not broken-hearted. Who said I'm broken-hearted?" kilah Acha with a body that has been limbed. "I don't care anymore about him. He can date any girl he wants and I'm okay with that. Did he think I can't date and kiss another guy? Look, I can do that" with a strong pull Acha pulled the collar of the man's shirt and smashed her lips against Karel's thick lips. At first it was just a small blow. But when Karel bit back, Acha's logic evaporated. His tongue broke into the man's defenses, colonized his mouth, fought for dominance with his opponent's soft objects, and sucked each other until their lungs ran out of air. Acha pulled herself up to breathe. But the sweet taste of the lips of each play feels. It was even more intoxicating than any Whiskey. "You are so damn good" he said unconsciously. Acha's eyes stared at the man whose neck she had embraced with both hands. Karel is as messy as the girl. The way Acha looked at him made something down there stiff and difficult to control. Carried the atmosphere, one invitation was thrown from Karel's mouth, "Bedroom?"

Karel collapsed with a breath of breath. His strength was drawn away by their struggle that night. Karel stared at Acha who was still lulled by the euphoria of her first release. Truly, never had the man seen a more beautiful sight than this. Unknowingly, her lips moved forward to kiss Acha's small lips before she finally fell asleep with Acha's bare chest clinging to her chest.

As in previous days, the graduation party had always been the starting point of Acha's life. No exception tonight.