"It's a beautiful evening" I thought to myself as I sat on my rooftop and watched as the sun began to set, staining the few remaining clouds in delicate shades of red and orange. No artist alive could capture the natural beauty of such a sight and as I appreciated that beauty, I allowed my thoughts to drift amoungst themselves.
It had only been a few days since I had broken-up with my woman, and I was yearning for her tender touch. Just thinking of her soft, delicate fingertips and long nails on my back and the warmth of her mouth pressed against mine brought a sudden pang of emotion to my heart that I wasn't perpared for.
Instead of blocking out the intensity of emotions that now flowed through my heart, I submitted to them and remembered all the times that we'd spent laughing together, sharing good times and of course, our love-making.
No matter where our relationship stood, be it on firm or shaky ground, our love-making was always incredible. We were always left breathing hard and in a state of euphoria just holding each other in the after-glow. How I missed the way her body moved beneath mine and the way her whole body tensed and shook as the intense orgasms rushed through her. How I missed driving her wild with just my fingertips and by laying gentle wet kisses on every inch of her skin. How I missed making love to her, and all the little things that came with it.
That part of my life was now over and even though I wanted to go back to it, I knew that I never could. These thoughts clouded my mind as I saw the last rays of light dipping below the horizon and I sat in the twilight, lonely and with a yearning for the fulfillment that only a woman can satisfy.
I was startled when I heard a woman's voice behind me. I turned my head and there stood Angela with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and two glasses with ice in the other. Just like her to show up when I needed a friend and some comfort. I smiled realising that she'd always been there to pick me up when I was down.
"You look like you could use a drink" she said to me, understanding exactly what was on my mind.
"Thanks" I said as I took the bottle from her and drank a few swallows of the dark and fiery liquid.
"Hey, slow down there before you keel over, I brought the glasses for a reason" she said laughing.
"Thanks for the concern, but I'm drowning my sorrows tonight" I said and I smiled back at her.
She took the bottle from me and sat down next to me, pouring us each a drink over the ice in the glasses. When she handed me my glass our hands touched briefly and we smiled at each other. We'd been the best of friends for a few years, but nothing had progressed beyond that even though I'll admit that I'd considered trying at least a few times.
I knew that she was also nursing a heart-ache, a relationship with an abusive boyfriend that had taken all of her strength and courage to walk away from. It had been a few weeks but her confidence was growing again and that radiant woman that I had first met was re-appearing again.
We sat talking and drinking, sharing everything with each other as we always did, taking comfort from each other's company and when the bottle lay empty next to us, we realised just how long we had been sitting there. By now the alcohol had worked its way into my bloodstream and I was definitely feeling the mellowed out effects.
"Well that just wont do", Angela said as she started to stand up.
The alcohol had taken its effects on her too. I saw her sway gently from side to side, trying to gain her balance as she reached her feet.
"I have another bottle downstairs if you're interested?" she said and I saw her sly smile and the plain invitation written on her face.
I wasn't sure how to re-act. Here was a woman that I considered a really close friend inviting me back to her apartment for more than just a drink.
"Coming?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure, give me a few minutes. I need to collect a few things" I answered. I needed to buy some time to consider this idea a little more. I needed to collect my wits.
I stopped by my apartment and as I closed the door behind me, the doubts set in. Had I really seen an invitation on her face or were my perceptions distorted by the alcohol flowing through my veins? I stood for a few minutes trying to set my mind around the idea.
Angela wasn't what you'd call drop-dead gorgeous, but there was no doubt that she was beautiful. At 24, she was small and petite with long dark brown hair that flowed half-way down her back and her soft brown eyes and sensual lips were the perfect accent to her tanned complextion. I'd joined her on the rooftop while she tanned in nothing but a bikini once or twice, and so I'd seen what was hidden under the baggy clothes she usually wore.
Her legs were long and smooth, ending at her small hips and tight ass and her stomach was flat with just a hint of the strong muscles rippling beneath when she moved to turn over. Once I had even walked out onto the roof to find her tanning topless and I caught a glimse of her firm, round breasts and small nipples before she had a chance to cover them them. From that brief view I had gathered that she was somewhere around the 36C mark.
Add all of that to her gorgeous smile, her kind and caring nature and her deeply intriguing personality and you get an exceptionally beautiful young woman, one that I had remarkably only ever seen as a friend.
I weighed my options, knowing fully where she and I both came from and I thought about how it would affect our friendship more than anything. She was special to me and I didn't want to break that in way, especially over a night a passion.
I looked at the clock on the wall and realised that almost a half an hour had passed. Had I been considering this for that long? I decided to play it safe and went over to her apartment with only the intention of having a few more drinks and enjoying her company, nothing more.
When I knocked on her door and she answered, I was completely unprepared for what greeted me. In the time that I had been at my apartment Angela had taken a shower and was standing before me in a soft, silky robe and her still damp hair was tumbling down the back of it. I noticed with some delight and a catch in my breath that I could see her firm nipples poking gently against the fabric of her robe.
"I thought you'd gotten lost" she said smiling at me.
