I'd known Kate for over 25 years, her full name was Katherine but I was one of the few that could get away with calling her Kate. I used to work with her boyfriend, Mark and they got married a few years later. My girlfriend and I spent a lot of time together with them and another couple Pete and Jean - May 24 camping, New Years, Birthdays, BBQ's - you name it and we were likely hanging out for it. Kate was shorter with long dark hair, slim, nice ass, not huge in the chest but very proportional to her build and generally what almost any guy would consider 'beautiful'.
Eventually, I married my girlfriend but unfortunately within 10 years Mark and Kate got divorced. A few years later she met a guy in Dominican and she eventually brought him to Canada and they got married. At first everything with them went great but he started to become more controlling which eventually turned into verbal and psychological abuse so we didn't see as much of her or them and eventually they split. This time the divorce was nasty, even more so because they had a son who was now 4. A few years after that, my first wife and I ended up divorcing as well.
Over the next 10 or so years we stayed in touch, usually by Facebook. I knew she'd gotten and beaten breast cancer; she knew my second wife needed three stents because of a heart attack but we never really got together on any regular basis.
Oddly enough, within 6 months of each other, my wife passed away from cancer and her current husband Don passed away from a heart attack. He was a fair bit older than she was and she'd mentioned a few times that it was more of an emotional relationship than a physical one because of his health problems and her mental issues from her ex, they still had sex but not on a regular basis. We each had support from family and friends but the old friendship returned and we soon found ourselves hanging out together either to watch a movie, go for a walk or just have a few drinks.
One Friday night we were watching a movie at my place and one of the scenes triggered Kate to break down in tears and without really thinking about it, I put my arm around her, pulled her to me and just held her. When it had passed, she said "thank you...I've had way too many nights of crying when there wasn't anyone there."
She didn't really move away so I kept my arm around her and after a while I noticed she'd fallen asleep against me. The movie had been done for about 30 minutes when she started talking and crying in her sleep so I gently woke her to let her know she was ok and when I did, she pulled me to her so hard I thought she might leave a bruise. When she'd calmed down again, she just looked at me and said, "I'm sorry."
I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and said, "nothing to be sorry about, we've been friends too long for that. Are you ok to drive home?"
She thought about that for a bit and then said, "I am but...."
"But what?"
"I really don't want to go home to an empty house. If it's ok with you, could I stay here?"
I just smiled and said that would be fine. I didn't have anything that would fit Kate for sleepwear so she settled for one of my t-shirts that went almost to her knees and I cleared the spare bed off. After letting the dog out for a pee and changing into a pair of boxers (I usually slept nude I figured I'd best wear something while she was there) I was just heading from the bathroom to my bedroom when I heard her say quietly, "Mike, would you mind just holding me again until I go to sleep?"
I'd had more than one thought over the years of what it would be like to end up in bed with her but none of them had been because she was scared. I lay beside her on the bed and soon I was on my side with her curled up against my chest and one arm around her. My plan was to wait until she fell asleep and then head home back to my bed so I was a bit surprised to realize I must have dozed off when I looked and saw the clock showing 3am. I also realized that I now had one hand over her small but very firm breast.
Not wanting to look like I was taking advantage of her if she woke up, I started to slowly move my hand away but as I did, she brought one of her hands up to hold mine in place. I froze thinking she was awake but then realized that she was still asleep so instead of waking her I figured I might just as well go back to sleep and deal with things in the morning.
When I woke up a few hours later, we'd shifted positions and now I was on my back with her arm plus a leg over me and her head against my shoulder. My one hand was on an almost bare ass cheek and her hand was laying right on top of my cock which was fully hard not only from 'morning wood' but also from her hand being right there.
I was just trying to figure out what she'd think if she woke up this way when I felt her shift, move even closer and then suddenly roll away with a 'Shit!"
She looked around, then at me and I could tell she was almost ready to cry again so I said, "That's not the reaction I like to get when I wake up with a lady."
That got a bit of a smile followed by a very flustered, "I just wasn't sure who's bed I was in or who was with me.