I was sitting in traffic on my way home from work when my phone rang. The caller ID said that it was my friend Kim. She told me that she had a rough day, was feeling down and needed to talk to someone. I explained to her that I was stuck in traffic, and I invited her to meet me at my apartment in about an hour. She said that she would rather go out, and she asked when I might be able to pick her up. I agreed to pick her up in about an hour and a half, giving myself some time to get home, freshen up and unwind a bit before meeting up with her.
I have always looked at Kim as a great friend and at 5' 2" with great curves in all the right places and long brown hair, blue eyes and C cups, she is also a sexy little fireball. At times, I have entertained notions of seeking a romantic interest in her, but I have never though of myself as "her type of guy". Kim has had a tendency to date "bad boys" rather than "nice guys". I am more reserved, and quieter than the guys that have occupied her dating history. Kim and I have been close friends for about 3 years now, going back to the time that we worked for the same company. I have since left that company but we have stayed in touch.
When I got home I freshened myself up and changed out of my business casual attire. I threw on a sweater and jeans, sprayed on some cologne and headed to go pick up Kim. Kim was already sitting on the front steps of her building in jeans and a denim jacket when I pulled up. She gingerly sauntered down the steps toward my car. As she got closer, watching her in her stride I couldn't help but notice how her jeans fit her exceptionally well, and she was wearing a cute and relatively skimpy floral halter-top underneath the denim jacket. She looked exceptionally hot for a girl that reportedly was feeling very upset.
I got out of my car to open the door for her. Instead of sliding right into the passenger seat she gave me a hug the moment she reached me. She thanked me for coming over to see her, as the sweet and sexy aroma of her perfume permeated the air of my car. Her eyes and lips were dressed up to be as sexy and engaging as I could have ever imagined her looking. I told her that she looked and smelled great, and that I was happy to be there for her. She told me that she dressed herself up because it was all she could do to help her feel good about herself. I took her hand and suggested that we talk about over coffee, as I drove toward our favorite café where we have had other such talks. She nodded in approval of my idea and held my hand firmly.
She began telling me about the guy that she broke up with 2 weeks ago. How he did not make her feel loved or special, in any intimate fashion. She was beginning to doubt herself and what kind of person she was, and whether or not she would ever find anyone that would make her feel as desirable and loved as she thought she deserved to feel. I told her that there was no doubt in my mind that she would find that person much sooner than she was presently thinking she would. We pulled up to the café, and Kim mentioned that she would rather just take something to go and head somewhere where there were not so many people. Kim held my arm tightly as we walked in together and ordered our drinks. The smell of her perfume was tantalizing, and I could not help but once again entertain those romantic notions that I had previously had of her. I was thinking to myself that I have, and I would continue to treat her just as she wanted to be treated, I have always cared deeply for her, and I wanted her very badly when we first met.
We left the café and drove down to the pier. We talked about love and relationships on the way there. She said that her drink was making her feel warm and she slid off the denim jacket. The skimpy halter-top magnificently shaped the curves of her breasts. I did my best to make sure that I did not drool from my mouth, but I was certainly drooling from my eyes. I was doing my best to concentrate on acting as a friend to Kim and not trying to rip her clothes off and take her right there in the back seat of my car. She had me so turned on, just from the way that she was dressed, the way she smelled, and her body language. It was as if each word from her lips was lulling me deeper and deeper into a hypnotic trance. She had me completely captivated in this trance, and I was ready to yield to all of my carnal desires. Sensing that she was in a moment of vulnerability I figured that this would be my best chance ever, but little did I know that it was she who had me exactly where and how she wanted me. Kim snapped me out of the trance when she looked deeply into my eyes and asked "Charlie, if I were your girl would you treat me exactly the same way as you do now?"
"Of course" I answered her, "just as well, and maybe even better."
"I want to be your girl Charlie" she replied. "I love the way you make me feel, and the way you treat me."
I was so surprised at this unexpected proposal that I clumsily asked, "Are you sure about this?"
Thankfully, she answered, "I'm very sure about this" with a sly grin on her face, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips down to mine. I returned her kiss yielding my lips to hers as she deftly sucked and licked my lips. I grabbed handfuls of her soft hair and I pushed her back into her seat and climbed on top of her. I tore my mouth from hers and began to kiss and nibble her neck. I felt as though an internal dam of pent up lust had just been breached. I was about to tear through the skimpy halter-top and devour her breasts, when I realized where I was and what I was doing. After all that we had been through and the way that we had arrived at this point, I could not take her like this, in my car at the pier. I pried myself away from her and I said, "I'm sorry but we can't do this, not here, not now, not like this."
Kim looked at me confused and agitated and said "but you just said that you wanted me, and I just put myself out for you, why are you saying no to me?"
"Its not at all that I don't want you" I said, "its just that, I don't want to have you for the first time here in my car at the pier, I want our moment to be more intimate than just the seat of my car" I explained.
I think that my words only made her want me even more as she reached for the bulge in my pants and speaking in short breaths she said "forget about that I want you so badly right here and right now." She deftly snaked one hand under my sweater running her nails against my chest while her other hand continued to rub the bulge in my pants. She leaned into me heavily and hungrily pressed her lips to my mouth kissing me with heat and passion.