That time of the evening came quicker than I thought it would. It always does. I mean, Beth and I had been friends for years--she was just about my best friend ever and knew me longer than anyone else. And every time she came to visit me, that "end of the night" sleeping arrangement lingered in the air.
Oh, I tried to play it off--each time. "I think I'll go to bed"... "You can stay here if you like"... "C'mon, get some sleep"... etc. While I never had any real designs on hooking up with her, I can't deny that the thought was ever present in my mind every time she snuggled up next to me. "This is just a friend thing", I'd think to myself, praying she wouldn't notice the massive hard-on I'd be sporting most of the night.
I mean, Beth is just... everything I want in a woman.
She's pretty, intelligent, shapely, blessed with some of the finest breasts God ever decided to put down on this earth, and a strange sexual personality. She's curious, open, and interested sexually in a wide variety of things (which appealed to me and my fairly hard to please demands), but at the same time she's a shy girl, inhibited. Like there's a painfully erotic and aroused woman that only comes out at the right time, with the right person. She's got it goin' on, that's for sure.
It was one of those moments you don't guess happens very often. Right up there with that sinking feeling in your stomach when you fall a long ways or a strange sound that comes out as a result of laughing too hard. It happens. It just doesn't happen too terribly often.
I was laying there, trying to look like I was sleeping, trying to sleep while I was looking, and looking at who was sleeping... she was curled around my right side, eyes shut, and breathing fairly sweetly and regular. Every nerve in my body was firing like the Fourth of July and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, I had dreamed about moments like this all the time. Her, so innocently sleeping, and me just rolling into her, licking her lips and sliding hands to warm, wet places.
