You open the door. There she stands, wet and cold, arms crossed in front of her. You are confused, why is she here? She looks up at you. "Can I come in?" Her voice is her normal wispy whisper that turns you on, but is shaky. Not like her normal self confidence that she normally projects. You step aside and she walks in. She is soaked, way to wet to just be a walk from her car. You look out the front door, but her car isn't in your driveway. She must have walked the three miles it takes to get from her house to yours.
You turn to look at her. She is just standing there, her normal blonde flowing hair is stringy and wet, and pieces of it are stuck to her cheek. Her white shirt is clinging to her skin and you can see straight through it.
Damn, she has a nice body. Curved just where you like it. Her breasts are blocked from your view by her pink bra that you can make out through the wet material. Her jeans are wet and heavy, slipping off her hips from the weight of them being wet. Her pale skin glistens from the rain. Her feet are adorned in her every day flip-flops, something you have never seen her without. Today her toes are painted pink to match her bra and you assuming her panties. She once told you she always wants to match...panties, bra, and toes, because she never knows when she will be naked.
She looks at you with her large grey eyes. Black make-up is smeared under her eyes which makes her grey eyes darker than usual.
"What's going on? Why are you all wet?" You ask her while you walk towards the closet. You pull out a large towel.
"I got caught in the rain," she tells you as you hand her the towel, "And I wanted to spend some time with you tonight. Can I stay here, just for tonight?" You try not to act shocked, but you are sure she can see it all over your face.
"Yeah, sure." You try to act calm about it. She smiles and continues to rub her clothes. "Why don't you grab one of my shirts and I will dry your clothes for you."
"Thanks, James. You are the best! I know where your shirts are, I'll be down in a minute. K?" And she darts up the stairs to your room.
What just happened? You have known Sarah for almost a year now. You fell in love with her the first day you met her. You had walked into an intro to psychology class and took the seat next to her. A few people said hi to you. You turned to her and since y'all were sharing a table, you figured you should at least know her name. "Hi, I'm James."
She responded with, "Hi James, I'm Sarah." She leaned close and whispered in your ear, "Are you a good kisser?" She timed it perfectly because right at that moment the teacher walked in and started class. You didn't hear much of that lecture because you couldn't get what she said out of your head. Are you a good kisser? This girl didn't know you; you have never had someone so blunt and sexy right to start off with.
That was the beginning of your friendship. She was nothing like anybody you had ever met. She was confident, sexy, and so much fun! But all she has ever wanted to be is your friend. So for her to ask to spend the night is totally unexpected.
"Where should I put my clothes?" You turn around. She is standing in front of you in one of your t-shirts. In only your t-shirt. Her long legs are bare; you guess she didn't want to borrow any of your sweats. The shirt is long enough to cover her just enough so you cannot see if she is still wearing her panties, but you imagine that she isn't. You know she isn't wearing her bra because it is in her hand.
"James!" Her voice brings you back to reality. "Clothes... where should I put them?" "I'll take them." You answer her and reach for her clothes. She smiles warmly and hands them to you. You walk into the laundry room and open the dryer. You throw in her clothes and something falls on the floor. It's her panties. Dear God! She isn't wearing them! "Find something you like?" You spin around with her panties still in your hand.
"Um... I dropped these. I was just putting them in the dryer to dry. So they aren't wet..." God, you are a moron! You are blushing, but that only makes Sarah smile widen.
She walks towards you, leans hard against your chest, and takes the panties from your hands. She gets close to you, very close.
"Let me help you." She slowly leans down and throws them in the dryer. With a flick of her wrist, she slams the door, turns on her heals, and walks away. Her hair flings over her shoulder and she looks back at you through the doorway. "Come on James. Are you going to stay in the laundry room or are you going to come out and talk with me?"
She sprints through the kitchen to the couch and flops down. "What do you want to do?" She yells back at you. You walk out and stand in the doorway. She flips around on the couch to look at you. "Where's Rich?"
"He's at work, Nate is with him. They won't be back until tomorrow. But Earl might stop by." Rich was your roommate, Nate was his dog, and Earl was your friend, who didn't really get along with Sarah ever since she told him he was too ugly to just kiss, and it didn't matter how drunk she got, he was always going to be ugly.
She curls her nose while she says, "Earl..." she sighs and continues, "When is he going to be here? Maybe I'll go home when my clothes are dry." Shit! NO! That is not what you want.
"Well, you probably won't see him." You quickly let her know, "He is just coming here after work, which is normally like at 2am and he will just crash on the couch. He is usually gone by the time I get up anyway." You turn and walk back to the fridge, but you keep talking.
"So, if you are going to stay the night, you'll have to sleep in my room, if that doesn't bother you." Please God, say it doesn't bother you... you think in your head.
"Well, if I didn't sleep with you," she calls through the house, "What fun would it be staying here?"
A few hours later, Sarah's clothes are dry, but she hasn't asked for them. Y'all were focused at the task at hand, beating each other at Madden. Sarah, unlike most girls you know, loves football. If she can't watch it, she wants to be playing, and if she cannot play the actual sport, she wants to play the video game. It was kinda this thing that you, her and Rich do every Monday. Since there is no Monday night football going on right now, y'all get together and play it on PS2. You have had a couple of beers and she has had her normal Raspberry Schnapps and sprite.
She is her normal self, jumping up and down, yelling and cussing, and always touching you. Suddenly, she lays down on the couch and stretches. As she lifts her arms above her head, your t-shirt rises and you can see her pussy. She is shaved and you can see two dark circles on either side of her pussy lips. She has those same marks behind her ears; she calls then her matching birthmarks. She had always told you that she had them in other places and you had always assumed that they were on her ass.
She leans up and rests her head on your chest. "I'm tired," she says as she nuzzles you with her head. You take the hint.
"Yeah, I'm tired too. Let's go to bed." You say as calmly as you can. She isn't making this a big deal and neither should you. She takes you by the hand and tugs on you to get up. She stumbles a little bit, thanks to the schnapps. She giggles and you wrap your arm around her waist so she doesn't fall down the stairs, again. Then you remember, "You want your clothes?"
