It was a hot Sunday afternoon in July when I got a text asking if I wanted to go on a walk with her and her dog. The "her" in this case was Chelsea, the girlfriend of a very good friend, who was at college four hours away taking summer classes. I was out running errands at the time, but was more than happy to go on a walk with her, as I needed some exercise, plus we never really spent much time together. Chelsea and I had grown up in the same church, and had always been friends, but not the kind that spent much quality time together. There was a time though, when I would look at her and just be in awe, and I could see a future with her, her and I together. I knew nothing could ever happen between us though, and my feelings subsided once I didn't see her as much.
I quickly typed back to her telling her I was on my way home, and it would be about ten minutes. I also said id bring an umbrella, as the sky has suddenly turned a dark shade of grey. As soon as I got home, it started to pour. Chelsea texted me back saying, "Just my luck! Well what are you doing tomorrow?" She proceeded to tell me that she was having some friends over the next day for a little get-together. I was thrilled, because I'd get to see her, but it wasn't exactly the personal time I had been hoping for. I asked what time I should be there, and was told one in the afternoon, which seemed kind of early for a party to me, but I knew Chelsea, and even if it was a party, it wouldn't be anything wild. I had hardly ever heard her cuss.
When I woke up late in the morning, I did my best to look as good as possible. I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard, so I just put on a nice tee shirt and a nice pair of khaki shorts. I let Chelsea know I was on my way, and headed out a little before one. She lived out in the country, so I knew it would take a few minutes to get there. Pulling into her driveway, I noticed that her car was the only one there, meaning I was the first to arrive, which, knowing my friends, I had assumed would happen. I felt a little nervous as I walked to her door and rang the doorbell. The first thing I noticed as she opened the door was her beautiful smile. Chelsea was always happy, so she always had a smile on. But my eyes quickly noticed what else she had on, a very low, pink tank top that showed off her gorgeous assets, and tight, white, booty shorts. I was blown away. I had never seen her wear anything like this before, but she looked absolutely stunning. "Come on in," she said with a smile. She turned and walked back into her house, into what can only be described as an entrance room that branched off into different rooms.
Chelsea was nearly a foot shorter than me at just above five feet. She had long, dirty blonde hair, which was in a ponytail today, and beautiful blue eyes, the same shade as mine in fact. She wasn't what the magazines would call skinny, but she was light years away from overweight. In my mind, she was perfect. Also perfect were her round breasts; Cs at my best guess. The tank top she had on right now was the skimpiest thing I had ever seen her wear, but she usually wore tee shirts that hugged her body in all the right places. It was enough to make me more than curious about what was under her bra. As I closed the door behind me and followed her into the kitchen area, I couldn't help but look at her ass. i was always more of a breast man, but even I had to take the time to admire it, and while it may sound silly, the only word I can think of to describe the way her ass looked in those shorts was "perfect."
I realized a moment too late I had actually mumbled that word aloud. "Did you say something?" Chelsea asked, turning to look at me, hands on her hips and head cocked slightly to the left.