fun fun fun

my friend kristina is the best host i know. upon entering her esoteric apartment, one feels comfortable and dopey. eyelids drop a few millimetres. when scott and i arrive, kristina is not yet ready (apparently). her short hair is wet and piecey and although she looks perfect, i'm informed that she was naked not 13 seconds before we hopped over her balcony and through her screen door. sighing, we tumble and perch upon the various pillows adorning the floor. a love nest, if you will. before she continues to get ready, kristina hands us big books to occupy our attention.
this is one of the many reasons i adore her. every time i come over, she hands me a different book. you can expect a "would you rather..." book (“would you rather your genitalia glowed red when you became aroused...or have the faint sound of playground chatter perpetually emanating from your crotch?”...i consider my options seriously), or a book on sculptures that you rotate around, pretending it makes sense to you.
today she handed me a giant volume titled THE BIG PENIS BOOK. i laughed at the cover, a thinly veiled erection curving across the cover like a shallow rainbow. i opened the book naively, thinking that it might entail comics, or artwork hinting at genitalia. nope. straight up cocks.
the men's faces were the best part: some of them were coy, some of them smirked, some of them were serious, as if their penis was their career; and a man who was unmistakably a redneck gave an enthusiastic look like "you should see my pick-up".
as i squirm, squeal and squint at the pictures, kristina laughs at me from the next room, and calls me a perv. she's probably right, but if that's true - i wonder what that makes her? anyways, we have fun.