Steamy Encounter With Two Stunning Women!

“Are you going out tonight?” Mom asked me. What kind of nickname is that?”
“One day, a kid said my hair looked like the orange jelly they served us in one of those little plastic cups at the cafeteria,” she started saying, and I was surprised at how not completely drunk she sounded, “They used to call me Angel before that… You know, Angelica… Angel… I clinched the kid and stuffed a bunch of my hair in his mouth.”
“You!? I guessed guys like me were weird like that. Then, Saturday happened. After a little while, she looked at me in silence for a second, then we smiled at each other. Most specifically, I knew who was responsible. Although what she sang about wasn’t really my style, it was impossible not to think that she was the kind of girl who would understand a more quiet, not popular kid like I was.