I was sitting there, waiting for Audrey with coffees in hand. We always met on this bench near my office. That was our morning routine.
I watched her as she turned a corner, walking towards me. She had a big grin on her face as she eyed me. Her tan skin glimmered and her bright eyes sparkled. She had these long legs and walked with so much confidence. She was covered in tattoos, which made her look edgy and artsy altogether. I always loved seeing her, I felt my heart speed up as she came closer.
Audrey and I have been friends for a while, and it's never been more than that. But lately, when I see her, it feels like a movie. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, I feel warm and wet between my thighs. And when Audrey looks at me, it's like I'm the only person in the world. I know it sounds cliche, but she really did have a way of making me feel special.
"Morning, love!" She said as she sat down.
"Morning!" I smiled.
She smelt sooo good, it made it hard to focus, but I did my best to redirect my attention to her. We talked about our plan for the day. I talked about my boring corporate job and all of the meetings I was going to have to attend. She talked about her cool job managing a coffee shop by the beach. She went on to discuss how she had still been making art, and her side business was picking up more.
"You still need to let me paint you, Hannah!" She nudged me.
"I'm not sure I'm portrait material..." I laughed nervously.
"Oh my god, shush Hannah. You know you're hot."
I felt her hand slowly rub my arm. I felt chills run through me. She gave me a big grin. Sometimes, she'd look at me with her bright hazel eyes, and her stare was so intense. It made me flustered and nervous. When she gives me that look it feels like she knows something I don't. Almost like she's keeping a secret from me or something.
"Hey, are you still coming to that art show with me tonight?"
"Yes, of course! Seeking out some inspiration?" I asked.
"Yeah, something like that... It's a little out of the box. I'm not entirely sure what to expect, I'm glad you're coming with me." Audrey gave my thigh a squeeze. "I'll talk to you later."
I thought about Audrey all day. I was on auto pilot as I sat in and out of meetings, filled out paperwork, and met with clients. Finally, the work day came to an end and I walked home.
Later that night, I sat in front of my mirror with a glass of red wine in hand. I always had a hard time figuring out what to wear to these things. Audrey was so vague about what this show was about, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Audrey told me to wear something sexy... so I decided on my little black dress and thigh high boots. I fixed up my hair and makeup. I don't normally wear that much, but tonight felt exciting. So I put on dark eye liner, and curled my hair. My blonde hair looked long and a little messy, but good. I looked at myself in the mirror a while, I was wondering if I had too much cleavage out when I heard a knock at my door.
My heart fluttered as I made my way to the front door to find Audrey standing there. She looked stunning as always. Audrey was typically more masc presenting, but tonight she was wearing a red romper that showed off her curves and muscular thighs. It made her eyes pop. I always loved how she ebbed and flowed between being masc and femme. She also had makeup on that was heavier and darker than usual, and dark red lipstick. She wore black clunky heels and a leather jacket that topped off her whole outfit. Her jet black hair flowed down her back. Every time I see her, that smile just dazzles me. Her teeth were so white compared to her olive, shimmery skin.
"You look awesome!" she said, looking me up and down.
"Oh.. thank you, you do too! I love your outfit!" I beamed, trying to hold back my excitement.
"Thanks, boo! You ready to go?"
When we arrived at the art show, I was pretty blown away. The art pieces were incredible. The show was all about sex, and that made me nervous, giggly, and blushy. There were paintings of naked people, sculptures of various body parts, photos of people being tied up.. it was something I had never seen before. I was so flustered, but when I looked over at Audrey, she just seemed so at ease. I was always amazed when people were so comfortable with sex. Being in this space with her, it just made me feel some type of way. I felt horny and distracted. I could hardly focus, all I was thinking about was how badly I wanted to be tied up like the models in the photos we saw.
All night, Audrey was networking. She brought me along with her as she met different artists. She seemed so comfortable in this space. I felt like her date, as she linked arms with me and introduced me to all sorts of people.
Later that night, Audrey offered to walk me home.
"Did you have a good time?" she grinned as she looked at me.
"Oh.. yeah.. it was just... different!" I giggled nervously.
"Were you uncomfortable?" she asked.
"No... not really. I mean it was new to me... it made me nervous. But not uncomfortable." I smiled back at her, hoping that made sense.
