After I land in Chicago that night, Sammie drives up to pick me up out front, and when I hop in, I notice she's wearing this low cut tank top and sweatpants - super sexy stoner style. The tank top is one of those that shows 100% cleavage on front, and shows total side boob. I think she cut the armholes so they would extend down super low, enough to just barely reveal her nipples if you looked closely enough...which I did. Also, the tank top was cut to expose her midriff. I don't even know why she was wearing it - maybe just to tease me. I hugged her hello (she smelled like lavender mixed with Blue Dream), and we chatted a little bit on the way to her place. She started by consoling me about breaking up with Lindsay, talked about how I must be the only good single guy in Chicago, and we laugh it off and pick up some pizza and beer on the way home. My flight was scheduled for 10 am the next morning, so there wasn't too much time to chill, plus I was a small bit jetlagged.

We get home and crack open some beers, and before we know it, we've actually had a great time and are polishing off the 12-pack we picked up. She gets the great idea to plan spin the bottle, and being drunk me, go along with it. She spins first, and when it points at me and she slowly crawls over to me, biting her lip, I realize that spin the bottle with two people is kind of pointless...I quickly run down what's going on in my head - this is Sammie, the chick I've wanted to bang forever, about to kiss me, but she's Lindsay's sister, but Lindsay cheated on me so I'm single and screw Lindsay anyway the whore, and Sammie is hot as fuck and I want to suck her tits and stick my dick in her mouth and her vagina and lick her cunt and have her suck my balls. Decision time: my flight is in 7 hours and would I rather sit on a plane or bang this horny chick??